“Yes,” Arthur agreed. “But we have to prove he knew about this, or that he didn’t have the authority to sell.”

“He forged the power of attorney,” I said. “We both know that.”

“We need the registry office to see this before the transaction is finalized,” Arthur said.

My phone vibrated on the counter again.

It was Harper Sloane.

I picked it up and answered immediately.

“Harper,” I said.

“I just got off the phone with Graham’s attorney,” Harper said, her voice smooth and businesslike. “The meeting is confirmed. Ten o’clock.”

“Who will be in the room?” I asked.

“Graham, Celeste, and Marisol Keene’s legal counsel,” she said. “They expect you to sign the quitclaim deed.”

“They think I’m giving up,” I said.

“They do,” Harper said. “Graham told them you had finally agreed to the settlement.”

I looked at the conservation document lying open on the counter.

“Let them think that,” I said.

“What are you planning?” Harper asked, a note of caution entering her voice.

“I want you to tell them that I will sign,” I said. “But only if Marisol Keene is physically present.”