“Jurisdiction,” Arthur repeated softly.

Rebecca took the pen with shaking fingers, the steel nib scratching harshly on the paper as she initialed four clauses and dragged her full signature across the bottom of the last page.

She dropped the pen and let it roll across the wood until it tapped against the plastic side of the tape recorder.

“Lily loves me,” Rebecca said, staring at the blank wall behind Arthur’s head.

“She doesn’t even know who you are.”