My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
“If we summon Gregory to discuss an account irregularity, he’ll smell a trap.”
“He’ll hire a defense firm and drag this out in probate court for another six months.”
“So we invite him for a payout,” Arthur said.
“We tell him the final probate clearance is ready for his signature.”
“We schedule a meeting here in the main conference room.”
I looked at the transaction codes showing my empty bank account.
“Will he actually believe the money is finally his?” I asked.
“Your father has spent twenty-seven years believing that money belongs to him,” Arthur said.