It was Caleb.

He scanned the empty hospital bed, and then turned his gaze to Arthur, ignoring me completely at first, as though I were a piece of furniture.

“Pendelton,” he said, and his voice was cold, and transactional, the voice of a man for whom this was a business matter and nothing more.

“I got the notification from the nurse’s station that he’d passed.

Where are the estate authorization forms?