“He lied to you because he was terrified you’d dig into these papers,” Evelyn said, rubbing my shoulder again.

“He used your grandmother’s legacy to get a deed he never paid a dollar for.”

I gathered the original deposit slips and tucked them safely into a clear plastic sleeve.

“I’m taking these back to Rachel right now,” I said.

By four thirty, I was standing in the carpeted hallway outside Rachel Kim’s private office.

Rachel came out holding three fresh legal documents, the paper still warm from the printer.

“I’ve prepared the emergency filings for temporary sole occupancy and debt indemnification,” Rachel said, lining up the edges of the pages against her hip.