I reached into my bag and took out the last printed document from the bank folder.

It was the original lease Seth had shown Mr.

Vance at First National Bank.

I turned the page around and laid it squarely in front of Dr.

Bennett.

The printed lease sat on my desk with Seth’s forged signature line showing under my typed name.

The glass entrance doors swung open hard at eight thirty, slamming into the brass doorstop with a loud metallic crash.

Seth strode across the lobby in his heavy steel-toed work boots, leaving wet gray tread marks across the polished beige tile.