“Every line has a signature on it.”

“Are they real?” I asked.

Vance turned his head toward the window and watched a town pickup rumble by on Main Street.

“We need to look at the land transfer deeds,” Vance said.

“If the signatures on those deeds match these withdrawal slips, then we’re dealing with forged legal records.”

We left the diner before the breakfast crowd showed up and drove two miles south to Vance’s house.

By eleven thirty we were sitting in his study on Oak Street.