“I pulled the whole county filing history going back fifteen years,” Sarah said.

She paused before she went on, laying her pen down flat on the desk pad.

“Last week I asked whether your mother had ever said anything about changing the property title,” Sarah said.

“Three years ago she told me the house would be divided equally between Brent and me when she died,” I said.

“She lied to you,” Sarah said, plain and flat.

She picked up a manila folder from the corner of her desk and flipped it open.