Chapter 5
By nine the next morning, Naomi had learned two things: the letter threatening her was not a court order, and the attorney whose name appeared on it had not signed it. Hannah placed a call to the firm using its number on the state bar directory. A receptionist confirmed that the attorney was on leave and that the firm had never authorized the correspondence.
“Someone borrowed a real name,” Hannah said. “We should keep the original email, with headers. Don't forward it around.”
Naomi turned her phone facedown. She had spent the night composing furious messages to Marcus and deleting them. Her instinct was still to explain herself until everyone liked her again. Hannah said explanations could wait; the paper trail could not.
Caleb sat across the office conference table, drawing the house on Laurel Street. His sketch included the blue birdbath, Ruth's porch rocker, and a square upstairs window that he colored yellow.
“What's in that room?” Hannah asked.
“Grandma's sewing room. She hid birthday gifts there.”
Hannah reviewed the probate docket. Ruth's death certificate had been filed in February. Evelyn had been appointed personal representative on a limited, temporary basis pending a fuller hearing. But there was no court order allowing the sale of the house. The estate inventory had listed it as its largest asset, and Caleb was identified as a beneficiary under an earlier will.
“An earlier will?” Naomi asked.
“A later document has been submitted,” Hannah replied. “It redirects the property to Marcus, but its validity has not been determined.”
“Who submitted it?”
“Evelyn.”
Hannah turned the screen so they could see the filed document. The newer will was dated six days before Ruth entered hospice. Its witness line included Daniel Daniels.
Caleb stared at the name. “He's not family.”
“How do you know?”
“Grandma kept a list by the phone. She told me never to give information to a stranger. I never heard her say his name.”
Naomi caught herself wanting to announce that they had proved fraud. Hannah reminded her that an unfamiliar witness was not automatically disqualified, and a late change to a will was not automatically invalid. They needed originals, medical context, witness accounts, and financial records.
At noon they drove to the probate clerk's counter to request certified docket copies. Caleb sat with Hannah's assistant while Naomi signed the paperwork. The clerk supplied an additional notice: Evelyn had petitioned for expedited authority to liquidate the house, claiming urgent maintenance expenses.
Attached was an estimate for a roof replacement. Naomi knew the roof had been replaced the year before; Marcus had shown her photos when it was finished. She searched her messages and found the pictures, stamped with the contractor's name and the previous summer's date.
Hannah's face tightened when she saw them. “We can verify whether this estimate corresponds to real work. It may be inflated, duplicate, or simply a different problem. No conclusions yet.”
As they walked out, Marcus was standing beside his car near the steps. He looked exhausted, his tie gone, his shirt wrinkled. Caleb froze.
“Son,” Marcus said, opening his arms. “Come here.”
Caleb remained beside Naomi. “Did you tell Aunt Evelyn to change the locks?”
Marcus dropped his arms. “I told her to protect the property.”
“From me?”
For one moment Marcus looked as if the question had struck him physically. Then he looked at Naomi. “You've poisoned him.”
“No,” Caleb said, his voice barely carrying. “I asked you first.”
Marcus had no answer. Naomi guided Caleb toward the car, aware that the boy had done what every adult in the family kept refusing to do: he had asked the same plain question until silence showed its shape.
Hannah's office smelled faintly of copier toner and peppermint tea. Caleb studied a framed certificate on the wall and asked whether lawyers always knew who was right. Hannah smiled without promising too much. 'No. We look for reliable facts, apply the rules, and make sure people have a chance to answer.' Caleb considered that and asked whether she would still help if his father got angry. Hannah explained that her job was to pursue the case appropriately and that the court, not Marcus's mood, controlled the legal process. Naomi was struck by how often Caleb asked questions about whether help could disappear. It suggested that the lockout was only one part of a longer education in conditional safety. Hannah gave him a yellow pad for notes, but he preferred the blank back of his drawing. By the time the meeting ended, he had sketched the front door with its old brass key inserted, as if the drawing could remind everyone what the dispute was actually about.
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When Naomi checked her phone, Hannah had forwarded a public business registration. Daniels Property Solutions was managed by Daniel Daniels, and its mailing address appeared on the fraudulent legal letter. A second name appeared under the registered agent section.
Marcus Reed.
