“A deputy reads him the refusal and asks if he has anything to say.

He will have something to say.” Mark took his hat off the counter.

“It goes on the record.

That is what matters now.”

“He will say it was my fault,” she said.

“He can say the moon is made of cheese.

It gets written down either way.” Mark held the door with his shoulder.

“You have a notary who can sign off on your papers?”