At the elevator, Arthur turned back.
“This isn’t finished, Ivan.”
The doors opened.
They stepped in.
I went back inside and closed the door.
Grandma was already in the kitchen, filling the kettle.
“He has a physician’s statement,” I said.
“Someone named Raymond Coyle.
He’s going to claim you weren’t competent when you signed the revocation.”
“I know.” She set the kettle on the burner.
“That’s why I had two witnesses when I signed it.
And why I asked my own doctor to note in my file that morning that I had presented as fully oriented.” She turned to face me.
“I told you, Ivan.
I knew what they were planning.”
I sat down at the kitchen table.
“How long have you been preparing for this?”
She took two cups from the cabinet.
The call from the financial crimes unit came at nine-fifteen.
Detective Sandra Okafor.
She had a precise, unhurried voice and she asked good questions.
She already had the bank’s fraud report.
She already had the certified copies of the property transfer and the revocation.
She asked me to bring Grandma in at eleven o’clock.
We arrived five minutes early.
Detective Okafor’s office was small and tidy, with two chairs across from her desk and a whiteboard on the wall that had been partially erased.
She shook Grandma’s hand first.
“Mrs.
Sterling, I’ve reviewed the documentation from the bank and the courthouse.
I want to ask you some questions, and then I want to share something we found this morning.” She sat down.
“First — the physician’s statement.
Are you aware that your son may attempt to use a cognitive evaluation to challenge the revocation?”
“He told us this morning,” I said.
