The Folder My Father Left
Fergus swallowed.
“You open it.” The key was taped under the handle, exactly where my meticulous father would have left it.
Inside were three thick folders, a black leather journal, and a small carved wooden box.
Chapter 11 — Beacon Hill
The first folder was labeled BEACON HILL.
Bettina put on cotton gloves and opened it: certified copies of the original deed, my grandmother’s trust documents, wire slips routing the sale money into Brock Vantell’s business account, and a forensic analysis of the forged signature.
My forged signature looked like what it was — a clumsy amateur’s copy of my name.
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