“Six months before she died,” I said.

“He had the paperwork drawn up six months ahead.”

Edward slid the page into a clear plastic sleeve and printed the date on the label in block letters.

“This goes to Clare Vance first thing in the morning.

Not into the probate file.

To her office.”

“Why not put it in the probate file?”

“Because I don’t know yet who’s been reading it.”