“Your Honor, this receipt comes from the Kroger on Elm Street, November third, at eight oh four in the morning.”

Judge Vance leaned forward.

“And why would a grocery receipt matter here?”

“Because the quitclaim deed in evidence states that my client appeared before a notary in Columbus that same morning at eight fifteen.”

The courtroom was so silent that I could hear the click of the clerk’s stapler.

Arthur placed three more receipts next to the first one.

“Four trips, four different dates, all within two miles of my client’s house.”

Patricia’s attorney got to his feet.