“Will forty minutes leave us enough time to get back to the house before Bob gets home?” I asked.

“Bob’s got a store managers’ meeting until four,” Clara said.

Rain started tapping against the diner window in steady drops while we waited.

When Clara’s cousin came back, he shook the rain off his coat and set a stapled green document on the table.

“Bob and Ruth Vance have filed joint tax returns on the Westfall property for four years running,” he said.

“Does the filing show any second property claims in Oakridge?” Clara asked.