My Family Reported Five Million Dollars Stolen Before They Ever Checked My Leather Case
Beneath the orders was one more page, folded in thirds, with a strip of paper clipped across it.
Not today, in Olivia’s handwriting.
“And what’s that one?”
“The court’s oversight mandate.
Your grandfather signed it in June.” She laid two fingers on it.
“Six pages, with a letter on top.
You’ll want a whole evening for the last page.”
I left it folded shut.