“The original land grant your father signed says the four acres belong to the parish trust,” I said.

“Where’s that original grant document?” Wade asked.

“It’s in the steel wall safe behind the bookshelf in my rectory study,” I said.

Wade stopped, his pen resting on the open spreadsheet.

“And where’s the key to the safe?”

“It was hanging on the brass key ring Arthur took at four o’clock,” I said.

Wade leaned back in his chair, took off his silver-framed glasses, and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Then Arthur’s locked the original deed inside the church vault,” Wade said.