“Somebody turned in a revised land plot drawing for your line two weeks ago,” Miller said.

I moved closer to the counter and studied the drawing.

The blue lines pushed my eastern border four feet west, slicing through my lilac root bed and folding the strip into Harry’s parcel.

“Who brought this drawing in here?” I asked.

“Harry Caldwell brought it in himself,” Miller said.

“He had it stamped with a certified state engineer’s seal.”

“Is that seal real?” Nora asked.

Miller took his glasses off and laid them on the paper.