Allison Brandt — The Blue Folder They Never Expected
It was the signature form I had discovered eight months before, this time obtained directly from the financial institution.
A notary stamp appeared beneath my name.
The commission belonged to a man named Leonard Pike.
He had notarized documents for Sandra’s business for years.
“I didn’t sign that,” I said again.
“We understand,” Evelyn replied.
“He’s been asked to provide his journal and explain what identification he examined.”
The following day Leonard’s lawyer responded.