“That’s why your mother showed up at your house with the casserole,” Daniel said.

“He needs your quitclaim deed before the end of the month, or the developer’s collection attorneys come after him for sixty-eight thousand dollars cash.”

I ran my thumb along the margin of the corporate option agreement.

“Where was this option first recorded?” I asked.

“The corporate notice went through the state office in Richmond,” Daniel said, “but Clara Potts will have the local filing recorded down at the city land desk.”

“Did he file this alone?”