“Hold on,” he muttered.
He pulled out a document I hadn’t seen.
“That yours?” he asked.
Purchase agreement.
My address.
My house.
Buyer: private development firm.
Sale price: $650,000.
“Where did you get this?” I asked.
“Pulled from preliminary filings,” he said. “This was submitted for processing last week.”
Last week.
While I was overseas.
Seller: Richard.
Signature: Richard.
Co-signed by Evelyn.
Then an attached deed bearing my name and another forged signature.
Cleaner than the power of attorney.
Still wrong.
“They don’t own this property,” Dalton said.
“I
