“So?”

“That same date has a claim approval with your signature on it, timestamped six fifteen.

That file had been closed since November.”

“A clerical stamp,” Derek said.

“My initials go on a hundred files a week.”

“Your initials,” I said.

“But the shredder missed some strips.

Charles fished them out of the recycling, laid them flat with a butter knife, and dated the bag he found them in.”