On an Oak Creek Street, a Retired Navy SEAL Took Off His Flannel Shirt
He crossed the lawn to where I was standing next to Emily.
“The initial felony document forgery report’s been signed, Mr.
Kessler,” Vance said.
“The township land commissioner will confirm the notary seal first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks, Officer,” I said.
“The young man can stay at the house until the foreclosure receiver clears it out,” Vance went on, glancing back at Trent on the curb.
“Is that going to be a problem for you?”
“No,” I said.