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McCall looked more like an accountant than a solicitor. He had a thin face and
deep-set eyes. His right
eye twitched. That was something new.
The door closed, and I could sense the privacy screens. Most people didn't
notice, but the screens were
automatic in my office. That made matters simpler. I didn't record anything
inside the screens, either. That
was asking for trouble. Most people in charge of things never understood that.
Put what had to be done
legally in recorded form, and nothing else.
I got up from the desk and walked over to the bar in the corner. I poured out
an orange juice. It was
real, not formulated. Then I offered him the glass. "You look like you need
this.
He took the glass. His smile was both wry and nervous. "I could. The DPS is
hounding me again. About
Nanette's accident.
"Sit down. I took one of the seats at the conference table.
McCall took the other. He took a long, slow swallow of the juice. "You know
that I can't even reset my
own desk console and gatekeeper without a prompting program. The DPS keeps
badgering me about
Nanette's death. I don't understand how it happened. His voice quivered, just
a touch. That was very
unlike the controlled solicitor. "They've been asking me about marital
problems. About quarrels. They
don't believe me.
"I believe you. I knew he hadn't had anything to do with it. It was too bad
things had turned out as they
had, but it was inevitable with a wife like his. Family is important, but
women have to know who makes
the decisions.
"You're the only one. He shook his head. "I just don't understand why. It had
to be an accident. Nanette
didn't have any enemies. Not a one.
As far as her psychology practice went, he was probably right about that. She
should have stayed with
psychology, but she'd been about to push him too far. The linkbugs had shown
that, and KC didn't need
NASR or other regulators looking into KC and the rezrap-alkie link. Later, it
wouldn't have made any
difference, but she wouldn't have waited. I knew the type. "It's tough when
the government doesn't
believe you.
He took another sip of the juice. He set down the glass and handed me a thin
folder. "That's why I'm
here. I wanted to let you know that everything is in process on the estate.
It's only a formality, but it's all
under control. The file explains it all, the timetable, and the process. If
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knows the basics, but not the details. He doesn't need to know those.
"Good. It had taken years to work it out so that it would be only a
formality. What would go through
probate was only a few hundred million, all to Mother.
There were also a few special bequests and donations. The visible estate was
large enough so that no
one would look deeper. Even if they did, there was nothing that any prudent
filch family would not have
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done. Setting up the transfers and trusts had been far from simple, and had
taken years. Now, I only had
to worry about insubordinate nephews. "You do good work, Evan. You always
have. I stood. "Good
luck with the DPS. "I'll need it. He stood slowly. I half clasped him on the
back. "Just hang in there.
Everything will turn out for the best. "Thanks, Chris.
After McCall left, I linked to Paulina. See if you can get Emile Brazelton
here after my meeting with
O'Bannon. Put it on the schedule as guideway progress . I always gave Paulina
a subject for each
meeting. Yes, ser.
The next problem was far simpler. I put through a holo call to Mother. She was
where she always was
after lunch. She was in her study writing letters the old-fashioned way. She
wore another black dress.
Outside of the fine lines around her eyes, she could have passed for one of my
sisters. "How are you
feeling?"
"As well as ever, Christopher. You don't have to check on me every day.
"I can't call my own mother?" I laughed. It was a running joke.
"You're good to call. I almost never hear from Kryn, but you and Barbra are
always so good. Did you
know that she sent over some hand-baked cookies she made? Italian sugar
cookies, no less&
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