“Good afternoon, Mrs.

Holloway,” she said, never slowing her typing.

“I brought the joint tax signature pages Grant needed for the state filing,” I said, setting the manila folder down on the desk blotter.

Natalie reached out her right hand for the folder.

As she did, she caught my eye and quickly turned her wrist down, sliding her forearm beneath a thick blue file folder.

A bright silver chain bracelet glinted under the desk lamp before the paper hid it.