“That same discharge was recorded twice.

Once in 2018, and again this August.

Same document, no changes.

Somebody paid the fee twice.”

“August,” I said.

“That’s what the date says.”

We carried the copies two blocks to Samantha’s office and spread them on the long library table, and she turned both pages so I could read them right side up.

“The mortgage was your father’s,” Samantha said.