“Then we’re finished guessing.

I can swear you in this morning.”

The form was a single page.

Temporary appointment, probate division, tied to my grandfather’s estate, with standing to demand Marcus’s records and the power to force him to hand them over.

Signing it made me an officer of the court for as long as the audit lasted.

“Your father will hear about this from Marcus by Friday,” Olivia told me.

“He won’t be hearing it from me.”