Chapter 43
Orlando, FLThursday afternoon
“READY TO GO TO the courthouse?” I said.
“Why now?”
“You read the e-mail from Mitch. We’re gonna order a ton of copies of documents and may have to come back tomorrow to pick them up. If we wait until tomorrow to order them, we might be delayed another day.”
“What are we waiting for, then?”
It took the rest of the day to examine the probate files of the two estates, as well as the file on the trust, and order copies. We were assured that we could pick them up Friday morning no earlier than ten.
As we left the courthouse, I said, “Nate, don’t you have a car?”
“Sure.”
“Is it in your name?”
“You bet. I worked my ass off to pay for it.”
“Where is it?”
“It should still be in the mall parking lot, if it hasn’t been towed.”
“Do you have the keys?”
“Yeah, and even if I didn’t, there’s a hide-a-key.”
“Which mall?”
“The Florida Mall.”
“You’re the local guy—navigate.”