PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

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Rachel touched the cover.

“About Bryce.”

Savannah sat slowly.

Rachel opened the notebook.

Andrew’s handwriting filled the pages. Dates. Observations. Questions. Names of attorneys. Possible trust structures.

Savannah’s throat tightened.

“He was investigating him?”

“Not exactly. Watching.”

Rachel turned a page.

Savannah saw one sentence underlined twice.

Bryce continue reading …