And Mason, the buyer’s side will have a notary on it.

If there’s a notary in that room, there’s a seal in that room.”

I didn’t have an answer for that, so I didn’t give her one.

“If the man who signed this page is anywhere near those doors on Friday, keep him where I can see him,” she said.

She didn’t wish me luck.

She straightened the clipboard against her steering wheel and pulled out onto the street.

The alley behind the office ran between a print shop and a barber, and Dustin’s car sat in it with the engine running.