“I’m leaving this afternoon,” I said.
Dad flinched.
Julian looked delighted. “Probably best.”
I nodded. “But first, I want to understand the care arrangement. For peace of mind.”
Chloe slid a folder toward me. She was arrogant enough to enjoy explaining her fraud.
A power of attorney bearing Dad’s signature gave Julian control over his assets. A physician’s letter declared him mentally incompetent. The new will named him sole beneficiary.
“Everything is legal,” he said. “You get nothing.”
I examined the physician’s letter. The doctor’s license number was wrong by one digit. The notary stamp on the power of attorney belonged to a woman who had died eleven months before the document’s date.
They had forged nearly everything.
I pretended not to notice.
Part 3
