Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
He pulled a small blue silk cloth from his breast pocket and began to clean his wire-rimmed glasses, squinting slightly at the light from the tall window.
“It is a certified copy of a real estate holding trust, Clare, registered under an anonymous corporate filing.”
“Who authorized the funding?” I asked, leaning forward.
He put his glasses back on, adjusting the thin wire frames behind his ears with both hands.
“A nominee company in Wilmington handled the paperwork, but the initial deposit came from a local bank on Broad Street.”
I reached down to straighten my wristwatch, pulling the leather strap snug against my wrist.
“Is there a direct link to our home?”
“Not on the face of the public registry,” David said, pausing to let the words settle in the quiet room.
“But the filing date matches the exact week Marcus asked you for the first eighty thousand dollars.”
I stared at the black ink of the registration number, the digits cold and absolute on the white page.
“If we can prove the transfer was made to hinder creditors, the court can void the whole thing,” David said.
