A Two Thousand Dollar Nebraska Land Purchase Leads to a Federal Fraud Case
Reynolds let out a long, dry sigh that fogged the glass for a second. He tapped his thumb against his heavy utility belt.
“This is a civil matter, Arthur,” he said. “The county records office is where you dispute boundary claims. We do not handle property lines.”
“A forgery is not a property line,” I said. “It is a crime.”
He slid the paper back to my side of the counter.
“To prove a forgery in a criminal court, I need a certified report from a state handwriting examiner,” Reynolds said. “That takes four months and a court order from a judge. Right now, all I have is you telling me you did not sign a piece of paper.”
“Dolores Vance rejected the filing because she knew it was wrong,” I said.
“Dolores is a clerk, not an investigator,” Reynolds said. “Go talk to your attorney.”
“I have been on this land thirty years as a mechanic in town before I bought this patch,” I told him. “I know my own name.”
