He apologized before he bumped the door, then apologized again when it didn’t open the first time.

He looked back at the envelope once, then walked fast toward his car.

Arthur turned the deed over.

“Brenda will have paper for this.

She always has paper.”

“You think she has a power of attorney?”

“I think Brenda never went anywhere without a binder.” He slid the deed back into the envelope.

“And I think Victor Vance hasn’t slept well in a month.”