I sat in the car in the driveway with the engine off and called Marcus, and he picked up on the second ring with a printer running behind him.

“Thomas,” I said.

“The estate planner.

My mother says he’s stopped answering her too.”

“Give me his first name and the year the trust was drawn up.”

“I have the trust.

It’s in my trunk.”

“Then I’ll start with the licensing board.” Keys clicked.