“That name has no bearing here,” Harmon said.

“It has every bearing.” Vance turned the page toward the board, and the yellowed paper caught the overhead light.

“The signature at the bottom is mine.

I was a captain then.

I wrote it.”

Vivian spoke from her chair without standing.

“That was a different life, General.”

“It was the same clerk who signed for three thousand dollars in unit funds that never reached a vault.” Vance set the page flat.