“Your name was down as the main co-owner on the Westfall property deed,” I said.

“This morning I signed away every cross-claim I had on that cottage,” Ruth said, smoothing down the hem of her linen coat with both palms.

“I don’t want one square inch of property paid for with your inheritance money.”

She took a stapled legal document with red margin lines out of her coat pocket.

“The county prosecutor left this packet at my flower shop at noon,” Ruth said.

“He needs your signature on clause nine before five o’clock tomorrow afternoon.”