“The developers don’t care about the house, Natalie. They want the dirt. But Ethan’s option contract specifically warrants that *he* holds marketable title to the real property. When the title company runs the final underwriting check on Monday morning—which I have already scheduled with the regional underwriter—they will discover that Ethan Caldwell doesn’t own a single square inch of this soil. He took a half-million-dollar advance under false pretenses. That’s commercial fraud. That’s grand larceny. That’s bank fraud.”

I looked at the legal documents, then looked out at the bare red earth beginning to emerge beneath the lifted house.

“Let’s make sure he gets everything he deserves, Gloria,” I said.

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“Oh, he will,” Gloria replied, sliding the paperwork back into her case. “By the time his flight touches down in Atlanta, the trap won’t just be sprung. The jaws will have already snapped shut.”

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