She had left the real pages alone.

That was the second thing that didn’t add up.

At six o’clock I grabbed one frame from the video and saved it as a still.

Fiona stood at my desk holding her phone over the fake estate ledgers, smiling at the screen.

I made that still the file’s icon and shut the laptop.

Then I went back to the desk and nudged the brown envelope a quarter inch so its corner pointed at the camera.

I snapped a photo of the envelope with my phone, for my own records.