“Nobody’s asked one question about it except us.”

Vance pushed the retainer agreement across his desk and laid a pen on the first page.

“Both pages.

Today’s date.

I file in the morning, and I’ll have a deputy out at the lake lot before Sunday.”

Forty-one days until the wedding, and a footing to pour before that.

I signed both pages and wrote the date under my name.

The retainer agreement was still unsigned in my coat pocket when I climbed out of the van at Whitfield Roofing.