Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
The main collateral listed on that federal application is this property.”
Glenn drew a stapled packet of heavy legal paper out of the envelope and came back to the narrow foyer.
He held the thick document out toward me.
I didn’t take it.
“Go ahead and read the front page, kiddo,” he said.
I took the packet and looked at the bold black letters stamped across the top margin.
It was a South Carolina quitclaim deed, formally filed and stamped by the Beaufort County clerk.
It even had a fifteen-dollar recording fee receipt stapled to the back corner.