A Lake Norman Vacation Property and Two Hundred Fifty Thousand Dollars
Helen laid the form down and pressed its corner flat with her thumb.
“He signed it in February,” she said.
“The notary stamp’s right there, plain as day.”
I picked it back up.
Walter’s signature ran firm along the bottom line without a single shake in it.
“So why would Patricia’s doctor say he was gone by January?”
Helen rubbed her knuckles, slowly and evenly.
“Because a doctor will say whatever he’s paid to say.”