Page 86 of Forget That Guy
Denver walked through the metal detector and set it off, but the guard waved him through.
Jedidiah did the same but didn’t slow down to show he’d heard it go off.
I, however, was the only one who didn’t set it off.
Then we were moving again, heading for the single courtroom that Jesper County had to offer.
And even better, it was shared between three towns that also had to utilize it.
It’d likely been getting a lot of use lately with all the arrests made with the dog fighting ring, my case, and Denver’s case that was coming up tomorrow for a custody hearing.
The doors were open, and the judge was already sitting, going through his notes.
My mom was, however, late.
Her lawyer sat there tapping at her desk with a pen and did a double-take when she saw me.
Yes, I knew I looked just like my mother.
Which was so very unfortunate.
The judge looked up, noted my mother still missing as we took our seats, and sat back in his chair.
“Mrs. Montgomery, where is your client?”
Mrs. Montgomery bit her lip. “On her way, sir. She’s running late. Traffic.”
Denver snorted.
She was full of shit.
There was never any traffic in our small town unless they had a parade or shut down the streets for Summerfest. Which was actually in a week, but the roads weren’t affected yet.
The doors were slammed open moments later, and I heard my mother’s telltale “click-click” of her heels racing toward us.
I remembered when I was younger hearing that sound.
It always meant I was about to get the fire beat out of me for some imaginary slight I’d inadvertently caused her.
She walked right past us, waved at the judge, and did a fucking curtsy.
The judge didn’t seem impressed, thank God.
My mother’s lawyer hissed under her breath at her, and she sat.
“Sorry I’m late, sir,” my mother cooed. “Traffic was a beast.”
The judge didn’t say anything, just leaned forward in his chair and said, “Let’s get started. Mrs. Montgomery. You first.”
“My client has shared an alternate will that she thinks should be counted over the one that was redone just last year,” the lawyer said. “This is the will that’s been updated every year since her and her husband were married. It’s always been stated that anything comes to her after Mr. Cain’s passing.”
“Was this will filed with a lawyer?” the judge asked.
“It was resigned yearly with a lawyer outside of Hollywood, yes,” Mrs. Montgomery said.
“What was the date of the filing for the last will you’re aware of?”
Mrs. Montgomery read off the date.
