“He attempted to liquidate a substantial high-yield certificate,” the manager said.

“It failed, because he couldn’t answer the secondary security questions.

But he also applied for a commercial line of credit, to finance the expansion of your sister-in-law’s salon, using your inherited house as collateral.” The loan application was for over two hundred thousand dollars.

And at the bottom of it sat my signature, forged.

I looked at that document for a long moment, at my own name rendered by someone else’s hand, and I felt the last piece of the picture slide into place.

Chapter 10 — The Real Target