folder.
“Read.”
Victor read.
Ten minutes later his face changed.
Twenty minutes later he stopped.
Thirty minutes later he looked up.
“Well.”
Arthur nodded.
“That bad?”
Victor almost laughed.
“For them? Yes.”
Lena sat forward.
“What happens now?”
Victor folded his hands.
“The landlord is finished.”
Her heart skipped.
“What?”
“The forged amendment is invalid.”
He turned another page.
“The eviction is invalid.”
Another page.
“The ownership transfer is invalid.”
Another page.
“The court filings contain false representations.”
Another page.
“And if the bank employee knowingly assisted…”
He didn’t finish
