“Seth saw the signature on page four,” I said to the back of her pale gray head.

Cole set his silver steak knife down flat on his plate.

The heavy handle clicked against the edge of the porcelain, loud enough that the maid holding the mahogany serving tray stopped beside the sideboard.

“Seth is an auditor, Mara, not a partner in this estate,” Cole said.

He straightened his gold cuff links before resting both forearms on the tablecloth.

“He looks at line items.