“Only if you approved a valid transfer.”

“I signed documents after Thomas died.”

“Do you have copies?”

“In my suitcase.”

Chapter 8 — The Signatures

I retrieved the folder I’d brought from Daniel’s house, and Harold spread the papers across the dining table. Some carried signatures I recognized as mine.

Others carried initials that looked close but were slightly wrong — the curve of the M different, the final stroke in Carter lacking the small upward hook I’d used since high school.