Esposito was finally home. Case closed and he had downtime to catch up on the sundry chores that had been neglected.

Flopping down on the couch, he flipped through the channels until he found a game. With one ear on the game, Esposito started going through the pile of mail that had been building up. Halfway through, he paused, holding an envelope from an insurance company. Not his insurance company, and it didn't appear to be an offer.

His phone pulled out beside him, ready to call the Federal Trade Commission for possible identity theft, Esposito opened the envelope. He read the contents...first in confusion, then stunned disbelief, and finally wry acceptance.

Esposito huffed out a laugh. "You're forgiven, bro," he said to the empty room. His eyes were misty from what had to be dust from opening the envelope.