I left Ferdinand to plough through my mother’s financial history, with instructions to note anything out of the ordinary. In his usual turbulent style, he demanded to know what I considered out of the ordinary. I couldn’t say, so told him to use his imagination. ‘You are an auditor, after all.’ I heard his grumbles when I pushed the button to call the elevator.
Just what I expected to find at my mother’s family estate in Macedon was a mystery. I hadn’t been there since she “died”. Her brother, who was executor of her will, and lived there, had been difficult to reach, and kept his cards close to his chest.
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I pushed the button on the pillar that held up the steel gates and waited. The sprawling Macedon property had been in Mother’s family since the 1880s. Her brother, Walton – yes,
