“Read it somewhere else,” he said.

There was a bench under the tall hallway windows and a radiator ticking behind it.

Arthur sat beside me with his glasses on and went through the folder page by page, and I read over his elbow.

Estate of Jonathan Prescott.

Petition, inventory, waiver, certificate.

“Assets,” Arthur said.

His finger moved down the page.

“The house at fourteen Lakeview Drive.