Evelyn removed her half-moon glasses the way she always did before saying something hard, and set them on the dark wooden desk.

“This abstract is twenty years older than the commercial parcel split,” Evelyn said, her voice settling into a slow, calm rhythm.

“The boundary line Frank claimed in his filing doesn’t exist on this original survey.”

“And the signature on his transfer deed was traced,” I said.

“This is enough to file an emergency injunction right away,” Evelyn said, reaching for her desk phone.

“I’ll call Frank’s lawyer now and give them notice of the morning docket.”