“The seal has a sequential registration number.”

Dean reached down and touched the edge of the table with both index fingers.

“You’re looking for monsters under the bed, Clara.”

“This paper was drawn up two days before Daniel disappeared,” I said.

“It was drawn up six years ago,” Dean said, his knuckles going white against the oak.

“What day it was doesn’t change the fact that the lake lot was always supposed to come to me.”

“Daniel never said anything about an August 12 agreement.”