Robert started for a minute,
"He gave me them to check his apartment with one night when he was a little drunk. I put him to sleep at mine but he wanted me to check for a delivery - I never found out what. I guess I must have forgtten to give them back," opening a final drawer, he caught sight of a box of documents and dumped it onto the table, "Maybe it's in here," he said, beckoning the others over.
(I'd imagine it is, for the sake of keeping things moving.)
((Logically yes but I think we're going off the premise that Johnathon didn't file his will with a lawyer - actors probably didn't have that kind of money.
BTW Crzygrl, do you have an idea about who the murderer is?))
Robert pulled a sheaf of paper out from the pile to sort and a single sheet floated to the floor. In a scratchy handwriting the title was My Last Will and Testement. It fell face down and Robert pick it up, folding it quickly. He slipped it back into the pile, hopefully before anyone else saw it. Dumping the pile back on the desk he began to go through it.
((Maybe someone else could take some of it and accidently take the will too?))