“He talked to me as if we had a deal.”

“We need to find out what Brad gave him,” Patricia said.

“Men like Kurt don’t hand over four thousand dollars in hundred-dollar bills over a handshake across a truck hood.

They want something in writing.”

I looked down at my lap, where I was holding the cut black camera cable in my gloved fingers.

“If Brad drew up a contract using the legal description of your property,” Patricia said quietly, “then this isn’t just a property fight between exes anymore.”

“Then what is it?” I asked.