Brandon Poured Cold Beer Over Sarah Before He Learned About Her Athletic Past

Carl was already waiting by his car when I pulled into the lot at eight thirty.

He held a certified land registry folder against his chest with both hands, the way he held his coffee.

“Original title,” he said.

“Clean as a new page.”

I left the engine running until he raised one eyebrow.

Then I shut it off.

“The transfer Brandon filed?” I asked.

“Received.