“But Mercer Ridge LLC isn’t registered under the foundation’s corporate charter.”

“It’s a shell,” I said.

“The total comes to forty-one thousand two hundred dollars.”

“And your electronic signature stamp is on the spousal waiver filed with the county charter office,” she said.

I sat back against the wooden chair and pressed my left thumb into my palm.

“I never saw that form.”

Chloe leaned forward, resting her elbows on the state charity filing book.

“Whose signature was forged on that spousal insurance waiver?”