Chapter 9 - Plan A Was to Make Me Incompetent
The highway was not the first plan.
Plan A was incapacity.
Celia collected examples of mistakes after my stroke.
Then found Dr. Evan Laird, a private functional-capacity consultant.
He never examined me.
He reviewed a questionnaire Celia completed.
His preliminary note said:
Possible impaired executive judgment. Recommend direct evaluation before major financial decisions.
That is cautious medical language.
Celia presented it to my bank as:
Doctor says Mother cannot manage assets.
The bank refused.
Then she approached a probate attorney.
The attorney requested formal neuropsychological testing before pursuing guardianship.
They did not like that answer either.
My evaluation came back intact.
So they tried voluntary power of attorney.
Grant brought documents.
I refused.
Celia cried.
“You don’t trust us.”
“Correct.”
That was first time I said it.
She left.
Two weeks later they arranged the notary trip.
They told me Blackridge needed a signature regarding access easement.
That was plausible.
I asked Ruth.
She said she had no appointment.
I should have canceled.
I did not because Grant said the notary was for a separate family transfer and he wanted “one honest conversation.”
Owen would drive.
I still trusted Owen enough to enter van.
Plan B became force.
And, based on later evidence, Plan C was worse.
If I died from exposure:
Accident after cognitive wandering.
If I survived confused:
Proof of incapacity.
If I survived clearly:
Pressure me again before police understood.
They had branches.
Not one perfect criminal plan.
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That was what made it believable.
Greed improvises.
