“Ninety days if we’re lucky and his lawyer isn’t getting paid by the hour to drag it out.”

Diane kept her hands folded.

“Pete told my neighbor they’re pouring footings Sunday.”

Vance drew a page out of the folder and laid it on top of the stack.

“Then Sunday is the first thing we fight about.

The retainer is four thousand.

The survey and the handwriting expert cost extra.

I’ll need the deed copy, your aunt’s medical records from that week in November, and anyone who can testify to what her handwriting does and doesn’t look like.”