“Where were you that day?”

“In Minneapolis,” I said.

“I was running the regional distribution launch there for three days.”

“Then that’s our first clean count of forgery,” Frank said.

He printed two copies of the document and tucked them into my red legal folder.

“Did you bring the routing number off the slip you found in her wallet?” he asked.

I pulled out my notepad and read the nine digits aloud across the table.

Frank entered the numbers into his bank verification portal and printed out the institution profile that came up.