“While I was still in Munich,” I said.

“While you were over the Atlantic,” Douglas corrected me.

“The filing included a notarized quitclaim deed signing away your survivor rights to the house.”

He flipped the printed county summary face up toward me.

“The notary seal matches the rubber stamp you found on his dresser this morning,” Douglas said.

“It’s dated yesterday, but the commission number belongs to a woman named Brenda Vance who retired from First Merchants three years ago.”

“So the stamp’s a copy,” I said.