“You need to keep this document extremely secure,” Mr.

Miller said.

“If Gregory realizes you have the authentic ledger, he’ll immediately file a civil challenge before the probate deadline.”

I looked down at the mahogany desk.

I kept staring at the faded red circle stamped on the last page.

I drove my 1998 Buick Century straight to my father’s house on Elm Street.

The engine rattled violently as I pulled into the paved driveway and sputtered twice before I finally turned the key off.

A thin stream of gray exhaust drifted past the rearview mirror.