“The probate judge signed the emergency order an hour ago,” Pendelton said, sliding the last page across the desk.

“Christopher has been stripped of all his corporate authority and his power of attorney.

You just need to sign this formal revocation.”

Raymond took the pen and signed his full name in dark blue ink across the bottom line.

By half past six, the sun had dropped behind the tall Douglas firs along the Bellevue ridge.

Raymond stood on the master bedroom terrace, leaning lightly on a polished dark walnut cane, while I stood by the stone railing with Theodore resting against my chest.

Raymond took a heavy manila folder from under his arm and set it on the glass terrace table.