The sun was starting to sink low behind the dark pine trees.
Sam stopped his motorcycle right at the edge of the long driveway.
A big white house stood on the hill overlooking the river valley.
Mia: Aunt Clara will be very angry if she sees you here.
Sam: She has been wrong for ten years and today it stops completely.
They walked up the wide stone steps together with steady slow steps.
Sam knocked loudly on the heavy wooden front door three times.
The door opened and a tall sharp-faced woman stepped into sight.
Her eyes grew wide with immediate rage when she saw the biker.
Aunt Clara: Get off my porch before I call the sheriff right now!
Sam: Call him, Clara, because he needs to see these legal papers too.
Aunt Clara: You have no right to come here with that little child.
Mia: I know about the green locket and the secret trust fund now.
Clara took a step back as if she had been hit across.
Her face lost all its color under the bright porch light overhead.
Aunt Clara: You do not know anything about business or your mother's choices.
Sam: We know you hid the original will inside your locked closet box.
Aunt Clara: That is absolute nonsense made up by a crazy old biker!
A black police car turned into the long driveway with lights on.
The local sheriff got out of his car and walked toward them.
Sheriff: Is there a problem up here at the main house tonight?
Sam: Sheriff, I am presenting new evidence about Sarah's missing estate now.
Mr. Miller: I am here as the family lawyer to confirm these documents.
The lawyer stepped out from behind the tall hedge with his briefcase.
Clara's hands began to shake as she clutched her silk sweater close.
Aunt Clara: Mr. Miller, you have no business bringing this man here today.
Sheriff: Clara, if there is a second will, we must examine it now.
Mia: The key is hidden inside her gold purse in the kitchen.
Clara glared down at the little girl with deep bitter anger inside.
Aunt Clara: You ungrateful child after everything I provided for your life here!
Sam: You gave her scraps while taking million dollars from her estate.
The sheriff held out his hand toward Clara for the house key.
Sheriff: Let us step inside and open that box together right now.