It was the copy of the bank transfer request Brenda had printed out for me at the diner.

“The signature on this transfer request has a rounded loop on the initial S that doesn’t match Garrett Sullivan’s signature card,” Vance said.

He looked straight at Tiffany.

“This isn’t his handwriting.”

“That’s a flaw from a bad copy,” Tiffany said, her voice jumping an octave.

“Mr.

Vance, we have thirty minutes until the wire cutoff.

If we don’t sign these contracts right now, the buyer walks away.”