She pushed a card across the desk.

“If he gives you the lease, bring it straight here.

If he won’t, bring me his name.”

Patricia flipped the phone over and read the number.

“Vance Fiske,” she said.

“And he isn’t calling to make small talk.”

The lobby of the Dunn County Sheriff’s office had a plastic bowl of peppermints on the counter.

A young deputy with a clipboard and a pen he kept clicking listened while Patricia talked.