“And this is Daniel’s real signature from his bank signature card, from July of that same year.”

Mr.

Harrison leaned over the table and took a small magnifying glass out of his jacket pocket to study the ink lines.

“Look at the signature on line four, gentlemen,” Vance said, his dry voice filling the quiet room.

“That ink was put down three years after Daniel died.”

Mr.

Miller, the oldest board member there, leaned in to look over Mr.

Harrison’s shoulder.