Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years
Claire folded the letter along its crease.
She didn’t say anything for a moment.
Then she asked, “What else is in the file?”
Arthur looked at me over his glasses.
“I want the vault copy of your north parcel deed before the hearing.
The title office keeps records, and I want to know what they filed after November.”
I didn’t ask him what he meant.
Claire was still holding the letter.