“Why would Daniel be a signatory on a commercial development firm?” Chloe asked, her rapid speech slowing down.

“Because he needs land he does not own,” I said.

I looked at the field marked primary development purpose near the bottom of the screen.

The text described a planned commercial park that required exclusive regional water rights in the valley.

The fluorescent light overhead flickered twice, sending a pale glare across the black glass of the monitor.

I pulled my coat tighter around my shoulders.

Chloe stared at the screen, her lower lip tucked between her teeth as she read the details twice.