Wallace whispered to the flowered wallpaper.

“He said the estate would pay it before probate closed.”

“Keep your mouth shut, Samuel!” Christopher yelled, stepping forward until the second officer put a hand flat on his chest.

Attorney Pendelton took his silver pen from his pocket and wrote three short words in the margin of his legal pad.

“Mr.

Winslow,” Pendelton said, looking over his glasses at Raymond.

“I’ve already filed the paperwork to suspend Christopher’s signing authority over Winslow Transport Fleets.”