Brandon Whitcomb Asked for a Divorce Before the Sun Came Up, but One Bank Document Turned Everything Around
I read it over.
My father’s address was printed there.
So was a phone number that had been out of service for five years.
“That isn’t my father’s number,” I said.
“No.
It’s Patricia’s old office line.”
“Then she had this copy before the transfer ever happened,” I said.
“Months ahead of it.” Arthur tapped the page.