“This signature was obviously traced from an older loan document,” Mr.

Davis said, laying the page back on the mahogany.

“The pen pressure doesn’t vary even once across the whole line.”

“We’re talking about probate administration steps from six years ago,” Dean said, his voice dropping low and tight.

“Clara’s upset about her checking account, and she’s letting Vance dig up old grief.”

“Is that what I’m doing, Dean?” I asked.

Sophie reached into her coat pocket, took out her phone, and laid it flat on the polished table between Mr.