I stared at the black ink.

The document borrowed sixty thousand dollars against what was left of the equity in the family estate.

The borrower named on the signature line was me.

“He used that same expired military power of attorney to authorize this,” I said.

“Yes,” Arthur said.

“But on a property deal, the bank didn’t just take his word for it.

He had to get this stamped.”

Arthur pointed to the bottom of the second page.