Timelines intertwine, cross paths and disappear like contrails behind cloudcove throughout Janet Phelan's transit from hunter to hunted and back. Phelan began seriously investigating one of the biggest congames you've never heard of after her own mother died under questionable conditions. And the conservator racket opened it fuckarama of money and mystery. In this occluded netherworld anyone - not limited to the elderly althought they are most ofyten the targets - anyone at all can be declared "incompetant" for virtually any reason or no reason. (Thank you, DSM - Diagnostic and Statistical Manuel of Mental Disorder - IV). But for the sake of argument, let's just observe that there is simply no profit in The Poor.