Two days later, I found myself in the office of a local lawyer, Mr. Jenkins. His office was cluttered with stacks of papers and books, the smell of old leather and ink permeating the air. « I’ve reviewed the documents, » he said, adjusting his glasses. « What you have here is an anomaly. The deed is legitimate, but the way it’s been tied to your purchase is highly irregular. »
I leaned forward in my chair, eager for answers. « What does it mean? »
Mr. Jenkins sighed, tapping a finger on the desk. « It means someone wanted this transaction to go unnoticed until it was too late. »
The thought sent a chill down my spine. « But why me? I just wanted to buy a bull, not a piece of land. »
« Perhaps you should ask the auctioneer, » he suggested, though the skepticism in his voice was clear. « Or find out who else was involved in the sale. »
That same night, I poured over the auction documents again, looking for any missed clues. The woman in the blue blazer kept coming to mind. I had to find out who she was and what role she played in all of this.
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