I logged into the secure state database and ran it.

The notary’s commission had expired three years ago.

It was laid out in front of me in black and white. This wasn’t a tragic misunderstanding about a father’s failing mind. They hadn’t been “taking care of his affairs.”

They had systematically dismantled his legal protections to take total control of his assets.

My father wasn’t a patient they were nursing. He was a mark they were liquidating.

I bagged the forged documents and knew exactly who I needed next.