The Deed in the Dresser Drawer

When Marco Alvarez moved into the small bungalow on Sycamore Street in Tucson, he treated it like every other rental. He let the faucet drip for weeks. He nailed shelves into the plaster without anchors. He figured it was someone else's problem — he was just passing through. Then one afternoon, sorting through papers his late grandmother had left him, Marco found a property deed folded inside a yellowed envelope.…