The thin lawyer stood up first.

He handed up a copy of the spousal guarantee, and I watched his finger trace the line where Claire’s name sat in blue ink.

“My client’s position is simple, Your Honor.

This is a valid claim on the property.

Whatever difficulties exist between the parties, a signed instrument is a signed instrument.”

“Mr.

Vance,” the magistrate said.

“You represent the respondent, is that correct?”