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had found the statement in Dad’s private safe on March ninth. He described the safe’s brass dial, the blue folder, even the coffee stain on the page.
My lawyer rose. “You personally opened that safe?”
“Yes.”
“No one gave you the document?”
“No.”
“You are certain?”
“Absolutely.”
I glanced at the clock.
Eleven fifty-six.
My lawyer placed a photograph on the monitor.continue reading …
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