“I never signed any property release for the garage,” I said.

Frank took off his wire-rimmed glasses and polished them with a gray microfiber cloth.

“Take a look at the signature line on page three,” Frank said.

The signature above my printed name was in blue ink.

The tail of the M looped backward in a wide curve, exactly the way Daniel signed his own initials on our yearly tax returns.

“That document was signed on September twenty-fourth,” Frank said.