“It has an old notary stamp from three years ago,” Thomas answered.

“It’s legally shaky, but the recorder’s office has to index it once the filing fee’s paid.”

“I need a certified copy of the whole filing package,” I said.

He printed four pages on heavy stock, pressed a hand stamp into a blue ink pad, and thumped it firmly onto the corner of each sheet.

“That’ll be twelve dollars, Mrs.

Vance.

If I were in your shoes, I’d take these straight to a property lawyer before the week’s out.”