The red silk moved over the lenses in slow circles.

“There’s a second mortgage application pending,” Vance said.

“For eighty-two thousand five hundred dollars.

It was started fourteen days ago.”

My hand pressed harder on my breastbone.

“I never signed for any loan,” I said.

“The bank shows a digital signature,” Vance said.

“And a notarized paper copy is waiting on final closing.