Boston Real Estate, a Greenwich Mansion, and Five Attorneys
He tapped the screen.
A scanned petition was waiting in the queue, four pages long, stamped in red.
The name on the verification line was David Gable.
“That’s the shortcut,” Marcus said.
“No notice to the heirs, no hearing, no citation.
Just a Friday afternoon and a worn-out clerk.”
I laid my finger on the filing date.
Two days before my father was admitted to the hospital.
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