“That wasn’t the question.”
“The association provided it.”
“Has anyone recorded it?”
Bradley didn’t answer.
Rachel’s smile disappeared.
“Bradley.”
“I believe it was included in the association property records.”
“Recorded with the county?”
“We’re verifying.”
She handed the paper back.
“Verify quickly.”
Trish stepped forward.
“This agreement is valid.”
Rachel turned toward her.
“Mrs. Kessler, were you HOA president eight years ago?”
“No.”
“Board member?”
“No.”
“Resident?”
“No.”
“Then perhaps you should avoid declaring a disputed document authentic.”
Trish’s cheeks reddened.
“We have relied on it in good faith.”
Rachel looked toward the event tents.
“How much did you spend?”
“That’s confidential.”
“How many tickets?”
“That’s irrelevant.”
“I heard eighteen hundred.”
Trish shot me a look.
Rachel continued.
“How many sponsors?”
No answer.
“How many vendor contracts?”
No answer.
“How much event insurance?”
Bradley interrupted.
“Rachel, enough.”
She looked at him.
That tiny smile returned.
