One Scrap of Paper from Oak Creek Hospital Rewrote Thirty-Four Years of What My Family Remembered
I took my state driver’s license and Frank’s preliminary estate administration paper out of my purse.
“I’m here as Frank’s legal next of kin to inspect estate records in the manager’s office.”
Tim looked over at Howard, who raised his leather briefcase and produced his state bar card.
“Attorney Howard Cobb, representing the estate beneficiary,” Howard said in his formal voice.
“We need access to the office floor safe under section four of the state probate code.”
Tim swallowed hard and glanced at his gold wristwatch.