Kessler will deliver twelve thousand dollars in certified cashier’s checks to Mr.

Ostrowski’s hunting group, paying back every dollar collected under these fraudulent leases.”

“Twelve thousand?” Brad said, his voice rising a little before it broke off.

“I don’t have twelve thousand dollars sitting in checking right now.”

“Then you’ve got forty-eight hours to talk to your bank or sell your boat,” Patricia said.

“If those cashier’s checks aren’t in my hands by ten o’clock Wednesday morning, this signed lease goes straight to the Sheriff’s Department with Kurt’s sworn affidavit.”

Vance read the three stapled pages line by line.