“November fourth.”

“Exactly,” Mr.

Reed said.

“Which meant someone else stood at counter three claiming to be Audrey Vance.”

He turned the monitor toward us, tilting it so the morning sun through the blinds wouldn’t wash out the screen.

The display showed a grainy black-and-white video feed stamped November fourth, two twelve PM.

A woman walked into the main lobby carrying a large leather shoulder bag.

She wore a heavy dark winter coat with an oversized wool collar, a light silk scarf tucked tight at the neck, and dark round sunglasses.