Julian took a small step back, his gold watch catching the light from the green desk lamp.

“What phone logs?”

“The transcripts of three formal calls your father made to First National Bank four months before his death,” Samuel said, lifting a printed page from the blue folder.

“Dad was confused in September,” Julian said, his loud, hearty laugh returning for a brief second before snapping shut.

“He was taking high-dose heart medication that affected his memory.”

“The independent capacity evaluation from Dr.