“Victoria spent three hours yesterday telling me Brandon’s firm held unencumbered development rights over the entire south shore.”

I unrolled Walter’s original legal land survey maps across the glass, pinning down the corners with my thumb and my heavy brass key fob.

“Brandon gave you revised county parcel maps,” I said, pointing to the red hatch marks on sheet three.

“This survey was recorded with the state forestry bureau six years ago.

The south shore parcels are classified as protected wetlands under Walter’s original agricultural easement.”

Pembroke leaned forward and angled a silver desk lamp to study the red boundaries.