I laid the notarized trust intent note flat on the table between his open books.

Daniel picked up the document, slid his round spectacles down his nose, and read all three pages twice without saying a word.

“This is signed and notarized,” Daniel said, his voice dropping an octave.

“Who was the notary of record?”

He turned to the third page and pointed at the raised seal pressed into the thick paper.

“It’s a city court seal,” I said.

“Your grandfather left a paper trail he thought no one would ever need to dig up,” Daniel said, looking up at me.