I set the trust on my desk and opened Arthur’s leather briefcase.

The brass lock had a scratch running across the top.

“And the bank accounts?”

Marcus pulled a folded sheet from his jacket.

“There’s a separate account named in the trust.

Bank of New England, ending in four seven.

The bank won’t release the records without a court order, and right now Victoria has temporary executor papers sitting in front of a judge.”

“Temporary papers from a void filing.”