It was the delivery system for it.
He zipped the bag shut.
Neither brother slept the rest of that night.
Chapter 7 — Daniela Barlow
By nine the next morning Ezra was sitting across a desk from a woman named Daniela Barlow, an attorney a neighbor had pointed him to, who handled the kind of quiet property fraud that eats families from the inside.
She read for a long time without speaking, laying the forged letters side by side, comparing the signatures against a sample of Ezra’s real one, studying the authorization form and the dates.