“Claire,” Deputy Miller said, looking down at the porch boards instead of at me.

“I’ve got an emergency writ of possession here from the county court.”

Frank was leaning against the fender of his truck thirty feet away, writing on a wooden clipboard with a silver ballpoint pen.

He didn’t look up, but he nudged his gold cufflinks with his left thumb before flipping a page on the board.

“Frank filed for an expedited summary order based on the recorded transfer deed,” Deputy Miller said, handing me the paper.

“You’ve got until noon Thursday to take out your personal things.”