Actual tears this time.
“Dad, please. We panicked.”
Dad looked at the locksmith.
“Did she show you proof that I was dead?”
“No, sir.”
“Proof she owned the house?”
“No.”
Vanessa stepped forward.
“Dad, we can explain.”
“You’ve been doing a lot of explaining today.”
Grant’s face hardened.
“This is a family matter.”
One officer looked at him.
“Then you should probably stop trying to change locks on property you don’t own.”
Grant went quiet.
