The man in the suit crossed quickly to David and dipped his head in greeting."Mr. Ashford, Ms. Lane, my apologies. Traffic was bad."David waved a hand, clearly impatient."Is the paperwork ready?"The lawyer opened his black briefcase and drew out a neatly bound document.He turned to me and held it out."Mr. Carter, I'm Ms. Lane's private attorney. Regarding the property in the old district whose disposition was left unresolved when you divorced two years ago, Ms. Lane now requires you to sign this waiver of ownership."The cover page read Transfer of Jointly Held Interest in bold type.Sarah folded her arms, chin lifted."You can barely afford to keep fixing cars anyway. That dump sitting in your name is a waste."In that neighborhood, you can't even cover the annual maintenance fees, can you?"David pulled a checkbook from his expensive suit, uncapped a pen, and scrawled a number across it."Sign right now and I'll throw in six thousand dollars on top. You can buy yourself a new s
Read more