Chapter 2 - The Signature
I did not go home after work.
I drove to the office of Evelyn Brooks, the estate lawyer who had handled my mother’s affairs eleven years earlier.
She was sixty-three now, silver-haired, sharp-eyed, and allergic to small talk.
I put Daniel’s photograph on her desk.
“What is this?”
Evelyn studied it for less than ten seconds.
“Where did you get this?”
“Does my family have a trust?”
Her eyes lifted to mine.
“Your mother told me you might ask one day.”
My stomach tightened.
“What does that mean?”
Evelyn unlocked a fireproof cabinet and removed a blue folder.
My mother’s name was printed across the tab: MARGARET HALE ESTATE.
Inside was a trust agreement I had never seen.
My mother had inherited thirty-two acres outside Mesa Ridge, Arizona, from her father. Twelve years ago the land had been worth less than four hundred thousand dollars.
A logistics company had expanded nearby.
Now developers wanted it.
“How much?” I asked.
Evelyn folded her hands.
“The last formal offer was four point eight million.”
I actually laughed once because the number made no sense.
“My mother left me four million dollars and nobody told me?”
“She left you land inside an irrevocable trust. You become controlling beneficiary at forty-five.”
“My birthday is six weeks away.”
“Yes.”
I looked back at the Scottsdale photo.
“Can David touch it?”
“Not legally.”
“Can he sell it?”
“No.”
“Can Angela?”
Evelyn’s expression hardened.
“Not unless someone convinces the trustee that you authorized an amendment, transfer, or management agreement.”
I slid the photo of Angela toward her.
“She’s practicing my signature.”
Evelyn stood so fast her chair rolled backward.
She opened another file.
“There’s something else.”
“What?”
“Three weeks ago, the trustee received a request for preliminary transfer documents.”
My mouth went dry.
“From who?”
She turned the page toward me.
The request carried David’s email address.
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And attached to it was a scanned authorization bearing my signature.
I had never signed it.
