“I went over the 2012 trust filing first thing this morning.”

“Does my father have any power to change that trust?” I asked.

Dalton tapped his heavy fountain pen twice on the mahogany.

“Not one syllable of it,” Dalton said.

He opened the blue cover and turned through three pages of dense legal type printed on heavy linen paper.

“Arthur came to see my senior partner twelve years ago,” Dalton said.

“He wanted to make sure 412 Maple Street stayed in your hands no matter how the family leaned on you.”