“I know that,” I said.

“He’s going to tell them everything about the ninety thousand dollars,” she said, her voice falling to a low whisper.

“That was my loan, Claire.

Every bit of the ninety thousand.

I owed three private lenders in Columbus, and Frank promised he’d wipe out my notes if I got your signature on that title transfer form.”

“You forged my C on the county deed scan, Lauren,” I said, keeping my voice low and steady.

“You paid the notary’s assistant two hundred dollars to leave her desk unattended while I was driving down to Columbus.”