“This document uses an outdated land description from nineteen ninety-eight,” Vance said, his formal voice quiet in the small room.

“It has no legal standing, because Victoria doesn’t hold title to parcel four.”

“She told me she runs the estate,” I said.

Vance set his brass pen down on the blotter, lining it up perfectly with the edge of his open binder.

“Victoria hasn’t read a single formal trust notice sent to that house in four years,” Vance said.

“She thinks that saying something enough times makes it part of the county record.”

“Why did she think I’d sign this?” I asked.