“There’s a name on the trust itself,” Marshall said, his voice coming through the speaker fast now, the sound of papers shuffling on his end. “An executor. Someone has to manage a trust like this, even an old one. There’s always a name.”
Cloe looked at Dara on the screen. “Can you see it? On the document?”
Dara turned the page slightly, angling it toward the camera, and read aloud.
“Executor of trust: Harold Bishop, solicitor, of Bishop and Crane.” She paused. “That’s from the original document. Decades old. But.” She flipped to another page, the one with the handwritten note. “There’s a second name here too. Smaller. At the bottom corner. I almost missed it the first time.”
She held it closer.
“Current executor: Margaret Bishop.”
Cloe felt something land in her chest.
“Margaret,” s
