Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years
“So who sent it?”
“I don’t know that yet.” He closed the folder.
“Monday morning at nine I want to walk the property index, and I want you both there, and I want the original deed out of your tool shed.”
“Why Monday?”
“Because paper moves faster than people, Mr.
Reed, and I would like to see what has already moved.”
He slid a manila envelope of copies across to me.
“Don’t sign anything Daniel sends.
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