I looked at Sam and decided to be open about this.
"Sam... what if it's not you being targeted?"
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it. All these incidents—the article, the hack, the guy who tried to steal my wallet on the plane—they all happened to me, not you. What if this whole inheritance thing is just a smokescreen? What if someone's trying to get to me through you?"
"Ha? But why? I mean... not to diminish your worth, but if it's about money, wouldn't I be higher on their list?"
I hesitated what to tell him. "I... I don't know. Maybe they hate people that become rich out of nowhere?"
"I don't know about that..." Sam said. "But what I know is that we need to figure out who's behind this. And fast. What am I supposed to tell our friends? That because of me they need to hide and watch their backs? That's just... fucked."
I sat there quietly for a bit longer.
My mind was swirling with possibilities, none of them good.