“His secretary says he’s out for the week.

She hung up before I could ask where.”

“He’s hiding from us.”

“Or somebody frightened him.”

I turned the card so the envelope faced the lamp.

The S in Sienna matched the forged S on the loan page, stroke for stroke.

Victoria had written my name on the envelope, and she had written it again on the loan.

“Send me that notary’s name,” I said.