I picked up the white envelope Greg had left on his car roof and pulled out the blue cashier’s check for fourteen thousand dollars.

“He paid off my station wagon,” I said.

“Then take the money and stop digging,” Lynn said.

“A retired legal clerk named Marcus Vance has a small office down near the strip mall by the lumber yard.

If you need someone to look at deeds, talk to him privately.”

“I am not signing any property agreement until I know where forty-five thousand dollars went,” I said.

“Promise me you’ll stop chasing him outside church,” Lynn said.