Chapter 12 — With What Proof

“You are both,” I said, looking Julian directly in the eye, “going to prison.”

Julian let out a low, gravelly laugh, entirely unbothered, the laugh of a man who has heard this threat before and watched it come to nothing.

“With what proof?” he said.

“The deed is registered with the county.

It is a legal, recorded document.

You, meanwhile, have been living in Asia for six years.

To the local police, do you know what this looks like?