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a name?” I asked.

“No,” Raymond said. “But whoever it is, they are moving fast.”

I stared at the paper, the letters swimming slightly before my eyes.

“Who would want to tear down these old houses?” I asked.

“Someone who sees land as numbers on a ledger,” Raymond said, folding the document back up. “I will keep digging at the courthouse.”

I thanked him and continue reading …