office.”
By noon, Margaret had prepared a formal revocation of the old power of attorney and started sending notices.
Then she looked at me over her glasses.
“Marianne, is Bradley in financial trouble?”
“I don’t know.”
She pushed the financing document toward me.
“People usually don’t try to gain access to someone else’s property when everything is going well.”
I called Bradley.
“Where are you?”
“At work.”
“Leave.”
“What?”
“Meet me at the cottage. One hour.”
At 1:18, his SUV arrived.
Ashley was with him.
Of course she was.
