Three Suitcases Left in the Rain and Nineteen Million Dollars in Cancun
“If I reject it, Sable will know I am fighting back,” I said.
“We have to play this exactly by the book, Cassandra,” Frank said, his voice steady and deliberate. “The rejection is the only key that opens the door to a full investigation of the accounts.”
“And the draft will cover the cost of the appraisal?” I asked.
“Exactly thirty-five hundred dollars,” Frank said, tapping the blue paper with his pen. “It bypasses the probate pool entirely because of how Gordon structured the secondary account.”
“Then prepare the rejection papers,” I said.
“I will have them ready for your signature tomorrow morning,” Frank said.
“And what about the other accounts?” I asked.
“The bank confirmed that the primary account indeed has forty-eight thousand dollars,” Frank said, looking down at his notes. “But forty-eight thousand dollars is all that remains of the funds Gordon did not transfer to your private trust.”
“Sable thinks that is the entire inheritance,” I said.
“Let her think that,” Frank said, a faint smile touching his lips. “It makes her careless.”
