I set my bag down on the bench between us.

“Carl ordered a title search this morning,” I said.

“He’ll have this by Monday.”

“He won’t be surprised.” Rachel sat back.

“The claimant’s address is a mail drop, and the notary stamp in the corner comes from a storefront that’s been empty since February.”

“How do you know it’s empty?”

“I drove past it on my way here.” She turned the tablet toward me again.

“Read the last line.”