Sycamore Row - John Grisham

to Lettie Lang. Fritz took off from work, sped over to Lake Village, met his sister after
hours, and took a look at the will. It had been dated two months prior and signed by
Irene Pickering. There was no doubt about the handwriting, though it was a much
feebler version of what they had always known. His sister had found the will in a plain
envelope stuffed in an old family Bible on a shelf with the kitchen cookbooks. They
confronted their mother, who claimed to be too weak to discuss the matter.
At the time, Mrs. Pickering had $110,000 in a certificate of deposit and $18,000 in a
checking account. Lettie had access to the monthly statements for these accounts.
The following morning, Fritz and his sister confronted Lettie when she arrived for
work. During a nasty row, they claimed she had convinced or even coerced their mother
into making the will. She denied any knowledge of it and seemed genuinely surprised,
even hurt. They fired her anyway and made her leave the house immediately. They
loaded up their mother and drove her to a lawyer’s office in Oxford, where the sister
lived. While they waited, the lawyer prepared a two-page will that made no mention of
Lettie Lang and left everything to Fritz and his sister, in equal shares, just as they had
discussed many times with their mother. She signed it on the spot, died a month later,
and the probate went off without a hitch. Fritz and his sister sold the house and property
and split the assets evenly without a cross word.
Before Irene died, they quizzed her several times about the handwritten will, but it
always upset her and she wouldn’t discuss it. They quizzed her about Lettie Lang, and
this made her cry too. Eventually, they stopped these conversations. Truthfully, at the
time she signed the will in the lawyer’s office she was not really thinking clearly, and
things did not improve before she died.
Over coffee, Clapp listened with growing excitement. With Fritz’s permission, he was
recording the conversation and couldn’t wait to play it back for Wade Lanier.
“Did you keep a copy of the handwritten will?”
Fritz shook his head and said, “I don’t recall doing that, and if we did keep it, it’s long
gone. I sure don’t know where it would be.”
“Did the lawyer in Oxford keep it?”
“I think so. When we took Mother to see him, we gave him her prior will, one that
was prepared by a lawyer in Lake Village, plus the handwritten will, and I’m sure he
kept both of them. He said it was important to destroy prior wills because they
sometimes show up and cause problems.”
“Do you remember the name of the lawyer in Oxford?”
“Hal Freeman, an old guy who’s since retired. My sister died five years ago and I was
the executor of her estate. Freeman had retired by then but his son handled the
probate.”
“Did you and the son ever talk about the handwritten will?”
“I don’t think so. I had very little contact with him, really. I try to avoid lawyers, Mr.
Clapp. I’ve had some very unpleasant experiences with them.”
Clapp was savvy enough to know he had discovered dynamite, and he was
experienced enough to know it was time to back off. Take it slow, share it all with Wade
Lanier, and let the lawyer call the shots. Pickering began to inquire into Clapp’s reasons