Marine Returns From Okinawa to Find Her Bungalow Already Sold
“Yes, sir,” I said, keeping my hands straight at my sides. “We were three days out from White Beach, Okinawa. I was signed into the duty log as the watch stander.”
“Then you could not have been in Escambia County standing in front of a notary public,” he said, turning the page toward me.
The seal on the paper was circular and faint, the edges blurred as if it had been run through a scanner too many times.
“My father had a general power of attorney I signed three years ago when I deployed to Spain,” I said. “I thought he used that one.”
Vance shook his head, tapping the date line with the tip of his pen. “No, this is a specific power of attorney for the sale of real estate. It lists your property on Maggie Street by its legal description. And the date next to your supposed signature is June fourteenth of this year.”
“I did not sign that,” I said.
