leaned closer.
It was supposedly signed three weeks earlier.
That day I was attending a medical technology conference in Denver.
Dorian had been in Charlotte.
With Callie.
“Someone submitted this to a private lender yesterday,” Evelyn explained. “The lender contacted the title company while checking the property’s ownership. No mortgage has been recorded, and our closing team has been told not to accept any unauthorized instructions.”
“How much?”
Evelyn looked at me carefully.
“Eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
The office seemed to sway.
He wasn’t merely trying to evict
