“Your dad bought this trailer when we broke ground on the Lake Anne subdivision.”

“He left the original corporate ledger here,” I said, touching the blue leather binding inside my coat pocket.

“He knew Victoria never checked the yard records,” Frank said, shaking his head.

“She thought this place was nothing but mud and old iron.”

“The fuel company cleared our back invoices at noon,” Frank said, sitting back down at his metal desk.

“Who paid off those county tax liens three weeks ago?”