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Denise. Detective Pike. The attorney’s office. I called Margaret Whitfield, and she was coming in the morning.
Grandpa listened without interrupting, his fingers moving slightly on the blanket. I took his hand.
“I need to ask you something,” I said. “Did Dad have power of attorney?”
His mouth tightened.
“I signed something after your grandma died. Mark continue reading …
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