“She acts like she owns the place,” I said, tugging hard at my shirt hem.

“That house isn’t in his name, Ronnie,” Edward said from the passenger seat.

“Whose name is it in?” I asked.

“The property tax site lists a corporate entity called Birch Street Holdings,” Edward said.

“It was created eight weeks ago.”

“Who created it?” I asked.

“A single-member LLC registered through a local agent,” Edward said.

Claire walked down the gravel path toward two men unloading heavy white iron arches from the back of the van.