Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
“Those are the copies you asked the county for.
I only delivered them.”
Arthur opened the flap.
A corner of the recorded deed slid out.
I could read one word, quitclaim, and see the blue notary seal stamped in the corner.
“Who signed it?” I asked.
Victor scratched his chin again.
“I have to get to work.”