The black ink on the signature line was sharp, dark, and undeniable.

I stared at my own forged signature on the copy of the bank loan application.

I folded the copy of the loan application, put it back inside Rachel Kim’s blue file folder, and drove to the house at eight the next morning to get my drafting board and client design folders.

The brass deadbolt on the front door was gone.

In its place was a bright nickel lock cylinder, flat and unscratched against the white painted wood.