Marcus pulled out a thick manila folder—documents, property deeds, planning references, permit histories. It wasn’t random. It was organized like a case file.
“I need an official property survey,” Marcus said. “By the book. Completely legitimate.”
Jimmy flipped through the pages, eyebrows climbing.
“Marcus… this is thorough.”
“I’ve had sleepless nights,” Marcus said. “Gave me time.”
He looked across the street.
Karen’s curtains twitched, like she could feel the attention.
“She’s watching,” Jimmy observed.
“Good,” Marcus said. “Paranoid people make mistakes.”
Jimmy’s mouth twitched. “So after the survey?”
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