“On the second one you were presiding over a hearing,” Nicole said.

“Who signs a wire transfer from Colorado?”

“Nobody who has a pulse.”

Into the red binder went the signature pages, the notary sheet, and the copy of Exhibit Four with its empty thumbprint box.

Nicole drummed her pen on her coffee cup, fast, four beats, then quit.

“I found the actual machine,” she said.

My hand went to the clasp.

“Spell it out for me.”