“There’s a printer log tied to it.

Somebody was in that office at six ten in the morning running the confirmations.”

“Gregory never gets to the office before nine.”

“Then somebody did it for him.” She opened a second window.

“There’s a badge log as well.

I’m still pulling it.”

The document examiner’s studio was up on the fourth floor of an old brick building that smelled of toner and hot copiers.

Elaine Ferris had a magnifier on a swing arm and a light box about the size of a card table.