The state wanted a successor trustee named within sixty days.

The second page had a blank line where a name was supposed to go.

I called Liam from the car, and he picked up on the second ring.

“Put your own name on it,” he said.

“You’re the trustee.

Name a second one for afterward.”

“Who should it be.”

“Somebody you’d trust with a quiet room and a set of numbers.” A page turned on his end.