“Don’t thank me just yet.” His voice went flat.

“Victoria has a hearing on Friday.

She’s asking the court to make her permanent executor.”

The porch light clicked off.

The woman in the green coat turned the corner.

I turned the key in the ignition.

Marcus had the fifty pages clipped into three bundles, and he had written the page numbers in the corners himself so no one could ever claim a sheet had gone missing.

“Third bundle,” he said.