“In the long-term lot behind the Shea transit center,” I said.

“I took a private cab to your office at seven.”

“Good,” Mr.

Vance said.

“The bonded driver I hired is waiting in the alley downstairs with your fourteen cardboard boxes already loaded in his van.”

He leaned back and laced his hands over his vest.

“The final closing deed will be formally recorded in the Phoenix land registry before noon today.”

“Is there any legal way for Daniel to stop the recording?” I asked.