She helped me pack up my briefcases before I left.”

The room went dead quiet.

The hum of the dry-cleaning machines next door rattled the thin wall.

My own legal team had handled this paperwork.

They’d taken the stamped deed and filed it with the county courthouse without a single question.

“Are you sure it’s a forgery?” Arthur asked.

“A lawyer could have used a proxy.”

“Megan didn’t use any proxy,” I said.