“Eight weeks before she died.”

“Eight weeks and two days.

Eleven thousand dollars that morning.” Clare laid her pen down flat.

“By then he’d already had his own lawyer draw up a quitclaim deed for this house.

That deed was sitting in a drawer while he was pulling money out of her account.”

“And what about the power of attorney?”

“Signed on March nineteenth.

Temporary, revocable, notarized at a mailbox store on Wade Hampton Boulevard.” She turned a page.