“No,” Dale said.

“She’s got the papers typed up, but she needs Arthur’s official stamp to make it hold up in court.”

“Arthur told me just yesterday he lost his stamp back in March,” I said.

“He found it this morning,” Dale said.

“Tiffany stopped by his strip mall office right before she left town with her sister.”

I glanced down at the handwriting on the parchment.

“How long has Arthur been in touch with her?” I asked.