“How many days until the bank finishes the verification?”

“Six days,” Samuel said.

“If you don’t file a formal corporate audit before then, the loan funds will go straight to Mendoza Development.”

“Draft the audit demand tonight,” I said.

“It will reveal your identity to Oscar Garza immediately,” Samuel warned.

“Let it,” I said.

I opened my father’s old notebook on the blotter and turned past his handwriting to the blank pages at the back.

I picked up a dark ink pen from the brass tray beside the lamp.