He answered on the fourth ring.
“Mr.
Harris?”
“Yes.”
“My name is Michael Harris.
I’m calling about a property in Mason County.
A farmhouse owned by Walter and Elaine Harris.”
There was a brief pause.
“I’m familiar with the file,” he said.
“Are you calling from your parents’ property?”
“Yes.”
“Is Mrs.
Morris with you?”
“Jessica is here.”
“Please don’t discuss the details with anyone until I can review the originals.”
“I have copies.
The documents include a power of attorney, a home equity agreement, and an authorization to transfer the property into a trust.
The authorization contains a forged signature.”
The attorney’s voice changed immediately.
“Do not sign anything.
Do not give anyone the originals.
I’m leaving my office now.”
“How long?”
“Forty minutes, perhaps less.”
I gave him the address.
When I ended the call, Dad was still sitting on the bucket.
Mom had brought him a glass of water, and he held it between both hands.
