“They didn’t have to,” Theo said.

“Nora sent them a copy of the signed board minutes from eleven o’clock.”

I could hear paper rustling on his desk three thousand miles away.

“The seller of the coastal lot signed the preliminary deed transfer this afternoon,” he said.

“The land in La Jolla will be waiting whenever your plane gets in.”

“I’ll be on the eight o’clock flight,” I said.

“I’ll bring two hot paper cups of coffee to gate B12,” he said.