She stopped short at the edge of the lawn, checking her reflection in her phone screen before her hands started to shake.

“I had nothing to do with any paper,” she called out to the supervisor.

Mark twisted his shoulders around against the hood of the cruiser.

“Vanessa, keep your mouth shut,” Mark said.

“He told me it was completely legal,” she said, dropping the box onto the grass.

“He said his ex-wife signed it on the fourteenth.”

She pointed a long nail straight at Mark’s face.

“He told me you two had an oral agreement, Diane.”