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verifying certain matters with which I was unfamiliar." |
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Charlie was skeptical. He sat across the long, excessively ornate, black walnut table from the man, certain that the jousting had just begun. His brother and Betty Elizabeth had controlled a sizable majority of the Frazier Securities stock. And, by a twist of fate, the time of death for Betty Elizabeth had been officially determined to be almost an hour before her husband's, which meant that technically her stock had reverted to him and his will took precedence. |
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"Actually, Mr. Frazier, it's rather unusual for matters of this nature to be handled in this fashion, but the estate of your late brother, Theodore, is being handled as an extension of your late father's will." |
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Charlie studied the man suspiciously. "Tell me what that means in plain English." |
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Robert Shurley had a puffy little face that looked like it could have been made of latex. At the moment he had it contorted into his best "momentous occasion" look. "It simply means that your brother chose to leave your father's will intact. That was the way your father wanted it to be handled. Theodore simply added one small codicil." |
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"Plainer English," Charlie insisted. |
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"It means, Mr. Frazier, that you are the sole |
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