“That would be the plain-English version.”

From the next room, Sabina laughed at something on the television. The sound steadied me, like a hand on my shoulder. “Is there more?”

“Yes. There’s a draft document in the bank’s rejected verification file. Someone attempted to add Thatcher as an authorized co-signer to the company’s primary operating account.

The signature block used your name.”

I put a hand on the hotel desk. “It wasn’t mine.”

“I know. The bank rejected it because the verification responses didn’t match your security protocol. They flagged it internally but didn’t elevate it, because the request never processed.”