“I’m keeping the document in my safe until four o’clock so the township manager can look it over,” Miller said.

I pulled out my phone and snapped four clear pictures of the forged map, the blue township seal, and the dead surveyor’s registration number.

“Make sure that original stays under lock and key, Mr.

Miller,” I said.

“No one touches this ledger except me,” Miller said.

I left the administration building and drove home, pulling into the garage at five fifteen in the evening.

I shut off the engine and listened to it tick as it cooled in the dark.