“It was brought in in person Monday morning.”

“I’ve never brought a seal into this building.”

“It came in with the legal assistant,” Brenda said, looking down at her blotter.

“She had your signature stamp and the notarized corporate resolution.”

I picked my coat up off the counter and walked out to the parking lot.

The noon sun beat down on the asphalt hard enough to soften the blacktop under my boots.

Dale was sitting in his white company pickup at the far edge of the lot with the engine running and a red shop rag hanging over the steering wheel.