“All you could do is sue Frank for money damages, and his company will be bankrupt by November.”

She nudged a small white bowl of soup toward me, but a thin skin was already forming on the chicken broth.

“We’ve got forty-eight hours to stop the recording,” I said.

“We’ve got forty-eight hours, until noon Thursday, to get Judge Harrison to sign an injunction,” Evelyn said.

“Without physical proof that the notary stamp was compromised, Harrison won’t sign an emergency order against a recorded deed.”

“The notary’s assistant was at the desk when Frank walked in,” I said.