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He arrived in a dark company sedan.

She arrived in her twelve-year-old Honda.

The contrast made him uncomfortable.

Naomi noticed.

"Your car costs more than my house's remaining mortgage."

Marcus looked at the sidewalk.

"I know."

"No, you didn't. That's part of the problem."

She started walking.

He followed.

Cedar Row was not glamorous.

The sidewalks were cracked. Some buildings needed new roofs. Several storefronts stood empty.

But people lived here.

Children rode bicycles between red-brick apartment buildings. An elderly man watered plants outside a corner bakery. Two women pushed shopping carts while discussing the price of groceries.

Marcus recognized the property from development reports.

On paper, it was described as an aging, underperforming real estate asset.

In person, it looked like a neighborhood.

"Forty-six households," Naomi said. "Most have lived here for more than ten years."

Marcus glanced at her.

"How do you know?"

"I helped create the renovation budget."

She pointed toward a row of three-story buildings.

"New plumbing. Electrical upgrades. Roof replacements. Accessibility improvements. We had estimates, schedules, everything."

"What happened?"

"The money started disappearing."

They stopped outside a narrow brick building with a faded green awning.

A woman in her seventies sat behind the front window.

Naomi waved.

"That's Mrs. Patterson. She's lived here twenty-seven years."

Marcus looked up at the building.

"What does she know about the sale?"

"That new owners might come. That rents may increase. That she could eventually lose her apartment."

"The company has relocation obligations."

"Then why hasn't anyone explained them?"

Marcus had no answer.

Naomi led him to a community center.

Inside, folding chairs surrounded a long table covered with documents.

A woman stood when they entered.

"Tessa."

Naomi embraced her.

Tessa Greene, a housing attorney in her early forties, looked Marcus up and down.

"So this is him."

Marcus extended his hand.

"Marcus Bennett."

Tessa didn't take it immediately.

"I know who you are."

He lowered his hand.

Naomi sighed.

"Tessa, please."

Tessa moved aside.

"Show him."

On the wall hung a large map of Cedar Row.

Colored markings identified apartment buildings, parking areas, service roads, and parcels owned by different entities.

A thick red line surrounded nearly the entire neighborhood.

"That's the proposed acquisition boundary," Tessa said.

Marcus examined it.

"Where did you get this?"

"From documents filed in connection with the zoning application."

He frowned.

"The company hasn't filed a final redevelopment proposal."

"Halden Partners has."

Marcus looked up sharply.

Tessa placed a printed application beside the map.

"Through Briar Crest Holdings."

The name hit him immediately.

He had seen it in the transaction paperwork.

"Briar Crest is the acquisition vehicle," Marcus said.

"Correct. Halden has been pursuing assemblage rights and preliminary approvals."

Naomi looked at him.

"Did you know they intended to demolish these buildings?"

Marcus stared at the map.

"I knew the plan included significant redevelopment."

"How significant?"

He hesitated.

Tessa answered.

"Every residential building in the southern block."

Marcus looked again.

The southern block contained twenty-nine occupied apartments.

"I was told those units would be rehabilitated or replaced in phases."

Tessa slid another document toward him.

"Then someone gave you an incomplete proposal."

It showed a luxury residential complex, underground parking, and ground-floor retail.

There was no affordable-housing replacement plan.

Marcus read the project description.

"Why wasn't this in the board materials?"

Tessa folded her arms.

"That's a question for your board."

Naomi pointed toward a paragraph on the property's original deed.

"Read this."

Marcus leaned closer.

The deed contained restrictions recorded years earlier, when part of Cedar Row had been conveyed under an affordable-housing arrangement.

The restrictions were complicated, but one provision was clear.

Before selling specified parcels for a substantially different use, Bennett Development had to provide notice to Cedar Row Housing Trust and honor a contractual purchase opportunity.

Marcus looked up.

"Has the trust been notified?"

Tessa shook her head.

"Not as required by the recorded agreement."

"The company lawyers must have reviewed this."

"Then they'll need to explain their conclusions."

Marcus sat down.

For the first time, the financial scandal and his family scandal began to look like pieces of the same puzzle.

Naomi had been investigating Cedar Row.

Then she was accused of theft.

Then she lost her job.

Then their marriage collapsed.