People press hard when they’re copying a number they don’t want to get wrong.”

I checked my watch again.

Ten forty-two.

Evelyn slid two pages of notes across the table, and I filed them in the folder next to the deed copy.

Arthur closed the blinds the rest of the way.

“Your father left a voicemail at my office this morning.

He says he wants to talk, without lawyers.

He mentioned dinner on Wednesday.”