“What are you doing here?”

He pointed toward the house.

“They called me yesterday about another job upstairs.”

I blinked.

“They tried to stiff Grandpa and then called his former apprentice?”

“They didn’t know.”

Grandpa smiled.

“I taught him everything except modesty.”

Tommy ignored him.

“I recognized the address.”

That explained one part.

Not the lawyer.

I looked at David.

“And you?”

He held up the folder.

“Paperwork.”

Grandpa had called him almost immediately after leaving the previous afternoon.

Not because he wanted to sue right away.

Because Grandpa had already become suspicious a week earlier when Grant started making comments about their renovation budget.

So he asked David what his options were if they refused final payment.

David reviewed the original contract.

Grandpa had done everything properly.

Written scope.

Approved change orders.

Invoices.

Payment schedule.

And, where required, the proper preliminary notices had already been handled.

Grandpa wasn’t improvising.

He knew exactly where he stood.

“So what happens now?” I asked.

David looked toward the house.

“That depends on them.”

Before he could explain, another car turned onto the street.

The white SUV suddenly made sense.

A woman got out carrying a tablet and a large tote.

Another vehicle pulled up behind her.

A man stepped out with a camera bag.

I looked at Grandpa.

“Who are they?”

“That’s why we’re here early,” he said with a smile.

The woman approached the front door.

Grant opened it before she reached the steps.

He wore slacks and a polo shirt.

Melissa appeared behind him.

Then both of them saw Grandpa.