He adjusted his round spectacles on the bridge of his nose as I walked across the asphalt.

“Let me see page one,” he said, holding out his hand.

I handed him the paper.

He read through the header, his thumb tracing the margin lines.

“Who signed the emergency land access authorization in 2013?” Daniel asked, looking up from the page.

“My grandfather,” I said.

“Three months before he passed.”

“This suit isn’t in general civil court,” Daniel said, turning to page four.