T Is for Trespass

Buckwald. “Probably. I won’t lie to you about that. On the other hand, you don’t show up and you’ll be cited for contempt of court.”
    Tía bobbed up and down, saying, “Oh please. You think he gives a shit about that?”
    “Can’t you talk him into it?”
    “Give the man a break. He’s paid enough already.”
    I waited, but neither one said another word. I could only push the point so far. I left the subpoena on the counter and went out the front.

    Just to make the afternoon perfect, when I reached the office I received a phone call from Melanie Oberlin, who jumped right in. “Kinsey, what the hell is going on? Solana said she had to get a restraining order out on you.”
    “Thanks, Melanie. I appreciate the support. Would you like to hear my side of it?”
    “Not particularly. She told me you called the county on her and they dismissed the complaint.”
    “Did she also mention that a woman named Cristina Tasinato has been appointed Gus’s conservator?”
    “His what?”
    “I’m assuming you know the term.”
    “Well, yes, but why would anyone do that?”
    “A better question is, who’s Cristina Tasinato?”
    “Okay. Who is she?”
    “She and the woman we know as Solana Rojas are the same person. She’s busy working her way through every cent he has. Hold on a second and I’ll check my notes so I can give you the exact figures. Here we go. By way of compensation, she’s submitted invoices to the court for $8,726.73 for Gus’s home care, courtesy of Senior Health Care Management, Inc. That includes paying her half-witted son, who’s posing as an orderly while he sleeps all day long. There’s also an invoice from her attorney for $6,227.47 for ‘professional services’ as of January 15, 1988.”
    There was a wonderful moment of silence. “Can they do that?”
    “Kiddo, I hate to sound cynical, but the point is to help the elderly with big nest eggs. Why have yourself appointed a conservator for someone living on a fixed income? It makes no sense.”
    “This is making me sick.”
    “As well it should.”
    “But what’s this about the county?”
    “That’s the question you started with. I reported Solana to the Tri-Counties Agency for the Prevention of Elder Abuse and they sent out a caseworker to investigate. Solana told the gal she’d begged you repeatedly to come to Gus’s aid, but you refused. She said Gus was incompetent to handle his daily needs and she nominated herself—I should say, Cristina Tasinato—to oversee his affairs.”
    “That’s crazy. Since when?”
    “A week, maybe ten days ago. Of course everything’s been backdated to coincide, fortuitously, with the phony Solana’s arrival on the scene.”
    “I don’t believe this!”
    “I didn’t either, but it’s true.”
    “You know I never refused to help him. That’s a goddamn lie.”
    “As is much of what Solana says about me.”
    “Why didn’t you call me? I don’t understand why I’m just now hearing this. You could have warned me.”
    I squinted at the phone, amazed at how accurately I’d predicted her reaction. She’d already shifted all the blame to me.
    “Melanie, I’ve been telling you Solana was up to something, but you refused to believe me. What’s the point of another call?”
    “You’re the one who said she was okay.”
    “Right, and you were the one who told me to limit my investigation to her degree, the last place she worked, and a couple of references.”
    “I said that?”
    “Yes, dear. I make a habit of writing down the instructions I’m given in a case like this. Now will you get off your high horse and help me out?”
    “Doing what?”
    “For one thing, you could fly out and testify on my behalf when I make my court appearance.”
    “For what?”
    “The restraining order. I can’t get close to Gus because Solana’s there full-time, but you’re still entitled to see him unless she gets an order out on you. You could also initiate the paperwork challenging her appointment. You’re his only living relative and you’re entitled to a say. Oh, and while I have you on the line, I might as well alert you. Once I type up my report, I’m sending a copy to the DA. Maybe they can step in and put a stop to her.”
    “Fine. Do that. I’ll be out as soon as I can make arrangements.”
    “Good.”
    That matter taken care of, I put a call through to Richard Compton, who said he’d get in touch with Norman and tell him to give me free rein searching records in the