Chapter 31 · The Wife Appendix

"Sign it." Torin shoved the tablet into my hands before I'd even cleared the pump room door, his fingers hot where they brushed mine. "Now. Before that voice calls back and moves the clock again."

I didn't look down yet. I was still hearing it — that flat, unhurried stranger's voice coming out of the wall speaker like it owned the building. Owned him. Owned me.

"Where's Voss?" I said.

"Threw up in the equipment closet." Torin's jaw was tight enough to crack walnuts. "Doyle's behind me somewhere, being useless. Read the screen, June."

I read the screen.

TUNNEL — GRANT DEED, TRANSFER OF TITLE — BLACKWOOD ARENA TO PENSION TRUST 88

My stomach dropped before my brain finished parsing it. He was giving it away. The barn. The ice. The thing his father mortgaged his whole life to keep.

"You're deeding the arena," I said. "Outright."

"To the pension. Full transfer, no strings, no leaseback.