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Maeve looked from the signatures to the photograph of the white truck parked in the weeds. She looked at the young man walking toward the glass wall.

“No,” she whispered, her voice suddenly small. “Richard would not do that.”

“He did,” I said. “He manufactured the entire infestation to force me to sign the easement.”

“But he promised he would continue reading …