“You have until five o’clock Sunday to get your cardboard boxes out of the garage, Claire,” Mark said, his voice clipped and fast.

“Let’s not make this expensive for you.”

Rachel didn’t raise her voice or shift in her seat.

“We won’t be signing your quitclaim deed, Mr.

Reed,” Rachel said.

She reached into the blue vinyl binder in her lap and took out a stapled packet of bank records.

“This is the original deposit history from First National Bank, dated six years ago,” Rachel said, sliding the packet across the table.

“Sixty-five thousand dollars came straight from an inheritance account belonging to Claire’s grandmother.”