"Move your SUV," Frank repeated, his voice sharp and piercing. "And explain why you signed this order."
Veronica’s mocking sneer froze.
Her eyes widened in sudden disbelief as she snatched the paper through the bars. Her gaze scanned the official letterhead:
It was an irrevocable Perpetual Agricultural Easement and Historic Farmland Protection Charter, enacted seventy years ago—and re-ratified just three weeks earlier by the County Zoning and Land Commission. At the bottom of the page, above the commissioner's official seal, was her own signature, executed when her investment firm purchased the neighboring tract with full knowledge of the non-negotiable right of way.
A sharp gasp escaped Veronica’s throat as her face drained of all color.
"This... this is the registered master easement..." she stammered, her voice trembling.