phone rang.
540.
I answered before the second ring.
Margaret Caldwell had the measured voice of someone who had spent 30 years delivering bad news in wood-paneled offices.
“Tessa, I’m sorry for the delay.”
“Your grandfather instructed me to wait 7 days after his passing before contacting you. I have documents he prepared. We need to meet in person.”
“Is this about the trust?” I asked.
“The trust is the beginning,” she said.
“There’s more.”
She gave me an address in Richmond and told me to be there at 10:
