They toasted to their new fortune, oblivious to the headlights sweeping across the front window.
Ten minutes later, a loud, mechanical drilling sound erupted from the front door.
Kevin jumped up, spilling his scotch. “What the hell?”
“Is she trying to break in?” Jessica shrieked.
“I’ll handle this,” Kevin growled. He marched to the door, ready to physically intimidate his seventy-year-old mother. “I told her to leave!”
The door swung open before he could reach it.
It wasn’t just Martha.
Standing in the hallway was Martha, looking regal despite her fatigue. Flanking her were two uniformed police officers and Mr. Henderson, the family attorney, holding a thick leather briefcase. A locksmith was already stepping aside, packing his drill.
“What is this?” Kevin shouted, his face turning red. “You’re trespassing! Get out! This is my house! Dad left it to me!”
He pointed a shaking finger at the police officers. “Officers, remove this woman! She doesn’t live here anymore!”
