Wayne hesitated when the deputy asked about the concrete truck. \u201cIt\u2019s borrowed,\u201d he finally admitted. The deputy walked over and read the company logo painted across the door: Hollis Development Group. Before Wayne could react, Earl took the contract from his hand and unfolded it across the cruiser\u2019s hood. He began reading aloud. The document wasn\u2019t transferring my land to Wayne. It was selling everything directly to Hollis Development, with closing scheduled for Friday.<\/p>\n
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Then Earl turned the page and suddenly stopped. His expression changed as twenty-eight years of police experience told him exactly what he was seeing. \u201cThere\u2019s another payment here,\u201d he said. \u201cForty thousand dollars\u2014to Wayne. Already paid.\u201d Everyone turned toward my son. Wayne\u2019s shoulders dropped, and he stared at the gravel rather than looking at me. That silence told me everything before he confessed. Hollis Development had already given my own son forty thousand dollars, and all he had to do to keep it was deliver my signature.<\/p>\n
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