“Whose name is on the deed?” he asked.

“Arthur Sterling.

It’s been in his name since nineteen seventy-nine.”

“Then it’s still his, and somebody moved it, and nobody moves a deed for a good reason.”

I kept my hand on the green folder.

“Go ahead and say it out loud,” Marcus said.

“Somebody in that family is cleaning out the study.” My voice came out lower than I intended.

“And it isn’t the painter.”