“It’s a standard waiver of your right to contest the will.

Your signature allows the estate to move through probate without any further delay.”

I looked at the paper but didn’t touch it.

At the top, in bold type, were the words ESTATE OF ARTHUR STERLING.

Beneath that, a block of dense legal language and a line for my signature.

“Where’s the original will?” I asked.

Gable tapped his pen on the table.

Twice.