I folded the land assessment report and slid it into my jacket pocket.

“We’re done playing defense.

Issue the formal trust notices for seven o’clock tonight.”

Frank picked up his clipboard and pencil.

“What about the lake house?”

“I’m taking care of the estate tonight,” I said.

I got up from the cot and pulled my canvas strap tight against my shoulder.

The clock in the yard office read five forty-five.