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that made him look like someone’s grandfather, but his eyes were sharp when he shook my hand.
“Miss Henderson,” he said. “I was hoping you’d call.”
That surprised me.
“You were?”
“Please sit.”
He gestured to a leather chair across from his desk.
“I’ve been your father’s estate attorney for twenty years,” he said. “He and I had an understanding.”
I pulled continue reading …
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