Arthur Nelson Protected His Wyoming Mountain Cabin with a Trust
He turned his monitor slightly so I could see the scanned document. It was the same forged signature Rebecca Marsh had pulled from the county records, clear and dark against the white digital background.
I need to withdraw five hundred dollars for groceries and fuel, I said.
The system has locked the entire secondary balance of fourteen thousand two hundred dollars, Grier said.
He did not look me in the eye when he said it. He kept his gaze on the yellow pencil.
Until the legal departments in Denver and Cheyenne resolve the validity of the power of attorney, the funds are completely unavailable, he said.
My primary checking account is still open, I said.
Grier clicked his mouse twice, the sound sharp in the small, quiet office.
The primary account has a zero balance as of yesterday afternoon, he said.
He did not offer a handshake when I stood up to leave.
