It clears this Friday.”

Friday the twelfth.

The deadline David kept pushing me toward.

“He can’t borrow against the house without my signature on a quitclaim deed,” I said.

“The house was in my name before the wedding.”

“He can if he forges it,” Vance said.

“Or if he makes you sign one.”

Vance took me down a narrow carpeted hallway to a conference room at the back.