Patricia laid the deposit slip back down and smoothed her palm over the file.

“Kurt Ostrowski is a careful man,” Patricia said.

“He put in twenty years in the Army.

Someone like Kurt doesn’t hand a salesman four thousand dollars cash without something typed up on paper.”

“What sort of paper?” I asked.

“A lease,” Patricia said.

“A formatted lease document.

Something with terms, dates, and a line at the bottom for a signature.”