Beyond his window, traffic inched along Union Avenue toward the river.

“North Ridge Holdings was incorporated on October eleventh,” Seth said.

His voice was low and exact.

“Three days before this four-hundred-ten-thousand-dollar transfer went through.”

I turned my silver wedding band around my ring finger.

“Who signed the incorporation papers?”

“A corporate agent in Delaware,” Seth said.

He brought up a state registry page on his monitor, his eyes moving down the lines of text.