“Wait,” I said, tapping the screen.

“I remember this board meeting date.

Two years ago.

Astrid was performing emergency heart surgery on a child in Baltimore that entire weekend.

There is no physical way she attended a meeting in Minnesota.” Yvonne brought up high-resolution scans of six corporate documents signed across a two-year span and zoomed in on the signature blocks.

“These signatures aren’t just similar, Freya,” she said, leaning close.

“They’re pixel-for-pixel identical.” “What does that mean, in accounting terms?” Bridgette asked.