I leaned over the wooden counter and adjusted my reading glasses to make out the small print.

“The church land assignment?”

“It isn’t only the land assignment,” Wade said.

“Kade wrote a specific clause into the original trust deed when he funded the building account forty-five years ago.”

He slid a photocopy across the marble toward me.

The text was cramped and faint, copied from a blue carbon sheet stamped by the county recorder.

“Look at line twelve,” Wade said.

I ran my thumb down the dusty margin, following the typed legal wording.