I went into the dining room to clear off the table.

The third page of the agreement was still lying under the hanging lamp.

Dean had grabbed the top two pages in his temper, but he’d left the notarized signature page behind.

A sudden puff of air from the hallway vent lifted the edge of the paper.

The page fluttered down onto the table, showing the date August 12 stamped in red ink.

Vance pulled his desk lamp closer to the dark oak table and smoothed the blown-up print with his palm.