“Why is my late father’s land listed as collateral for a commercial bank loan?”

Julian adjusted the navy blue silk necktie he always wore for client meetings and leaned his elbow on the door frame.

“That’s just an old draft from last spring, Audrey, back when we were thinking about expanding the storage yard behind the shop.”

I pointed to the tiny gray text printed along the bottom margin of the page.

“The printer stamp right here says November second at four in the afternoon.

That was last Tuesday.”