I stepped in front of the leather portfolio, blocking his hands.

“Don’t touch them, Graham,” I said.

Graham stopped, his chest heaving, his fingers twitching near his sides.

“This is a setup,” Graham said, looking at Marisol. “They’re trying to ruin the deal.”

“The deal is already dead if the land can’t be built on,” Marisol said.

“I am not buying forty-eight acres of protected grass to look at it.”

“There is a way around the easement,” Graham said quickly.

“We can petition the county board. I have connections on the planning commission.”

“You can’t petition this away,” I said.

“Eleanor made the easement perpetual.”

“It can only be dissolved by a unanimous vote of all living heirs.”

“And I will never vote to dissolve it,” I said.

Marisol leaned back in her chair, her eyes moving between Graham and me.

“That still leaves the matter of the deed you signed, Graham,” Marisol said.

“You signed the sale agreement as the sole administrator of the estate.”

“He did,” Harper Sloane confirmed, checking her iPad.

“He claimed he had full power of attorney for his sister’s share.”