Mr Bowes shuffled through piles of papers. He checked the
dates. He checked the signatures. He checked the titles and the deeds.
Alles in Ordnung.
Mr Baines flicked through the net. He tapped the keys. Pressed
Return. Scrolled down this way and scrolled up that way.
Last wills and testaments skimmed across the screen. A codicil
here, a bequest there. The inheritances of the lucky few and the resentment of
the snubbed all collided on the screen. Beneficiaries and covetous spectators
all listed neatly on spreadsheets.
Mr Bowes smiled, “Tea?”
Mr Baines nodded, “That would be very welcome. Just email
the bank and then I’ll be there. Did you find the Executor?”
‘Yes. I’ll ring her in a minute. Ginger biscuit?”
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