He looked back and forth between Gregory and the newspaper clipping.

“Dad, what’s he talking about?” Dustin asked.

“Did you fake a bank letter?”

“Shut up, Dustin,” Gregory said.

Mr.

Miller clicked his ballpoint pen again.

He turned his large computer monitor around so the screen faced Gregory directly.

“That signature belongs to a dead notary, Gregory, and this bank is filing formal charges,” Mr.