His paper cup crumpled in his fingers.

“Who told you about that?” Arthur asked quietly.

“You agreed to look the other way on his driveway expansion if he paid for the new community center,” I said.

Arthur looked around the empty park before he answered.

“He promised three hundred thousand dollars,” Arthur said.

“The township sports program doesn’t have a dime for repairs.”

“He doesn’t own that four-foot strip, Arthur.”

“When he bought the estate, he told me that land was abandoned township property,” Arthur said.