“That’s three years of fake authority,” Kurt said quietly.

“Four thousand cash in August of ’22.

Four thousand in ’23.

And four thousand three months ago.”

Patricia leaned over, picked up the paper by its top corner, and held it close to her eyes.

She didn’t look surprised, but her hands moved with a quiet, exacting precision.

“This is a typed legal contract bearing a complete representation of Amy Halvorsen’s signature,” Patricia said.

She set the document back down beside her file folder.