Daniel tapped the edge of his legal pad against the blotter.

“He filed an emergency motion to strike your land improvement receipts from the record.”

“Simmons will see them,” I said.

Daniel looked down at the bank verification sheet, then raised his eyes to mine.

“Robert thinks you’re going to walk into courtroom three in a sweater and ask Judge Simmons for a thirty-day extension.”

“We’re done filing motions, Daniel.

We’re going to court Monday morning.”

“If Judge Simmons refuses to break the county seal on the vault records, the only paper on his bench will be Robert’s forged option contract,” Daniel said.