“This is enough for civil recovery,” he said at last, his voice careful.

“The forged deeds alone — we can void every one of these transfers.

Possibly criminal charges as well.” “Possibly,” I said.

He glanced up at the flatness in my voice.

In answer I picked up one of the three flash drives, the one my grandfather’s letter had told me to save for last, and I put it into my laptop and turned the screen toward him.

A video opened.