He Came Back Running (Maya and Mason) novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267

Alex’s POV

Fielding had given me the name two weeks ago.

Forensic document examination.

The name was Dr. Brennan.

I had called him at six in the morning.

He had been available at nine.

The examination took fifty-three minutes….

Maya and I sat at the table in his office while he worked….

He worked in silence.

The kind of silence that communicated concentration rather than the absence of things to say.

At the fifty-third minute, he removed his glasses

Set them on the table.

Looked at us.

“The signature is extraordinary,” he said.

Maya’s expression did not change.

She had been expecting this….

“Whoever created this had access to multiple authentic samples,” he continued. “The formation of each character, the pressure distribution, the connecting strokes…. all of it has been studied and reproduced with a level of care that would defeat most standard examinations.” He held the document under the light one more time. “It would almost certainly pass a preliminary court examination…”

“Almost,” I said.

He looked at me.

“Almost,” he confirmed.

He set the document down.

“The signature may fool the human eye,” he said. “But documents tell stories beyond the ink.”

He moved to the second instrument.

A different kind of imaging…

“Paper manufacturing has changed significantly across the past decade,” he said. “The composition of paper stock…. the chemical treatment, the fibre composition, the surface sizing agents….. these change as manufacturing processes evolve.” He adjusted the display. “This paper was manufactured approximately three to four years ago.”

Maya looked at the document.

At the date on it…

At the date nine years ago that the document claimed to have been executed.

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“My father has been dead for nine years,” she said.

“Yes,” Dr. Brennan said. “And the paper this document was printed on did not exist until three years ago.”

The room was very quiet.

I looked at Maya.

At the document

At the signature.

At the paper beneath the signature.

“Someone copied his signature years later,” I said.

“Yes,” he said. “Long after he died. Using samples they had collected at some point…. originals, not reproductions. The quality of the replication is too precise for secondary sourcing. They had access to the actual paper he signed, or to authenticated copies of sufficient quality.” He looked at the document. “This is not the work of someone who decided to forge a document quickly. This is the work of someone who planned this years in advance, collected the materials, and executed it when the timing was right.”

“When the ownership claim would cause the most damage,” I said.

“Possibly,” he said. “I can tell you about the document. The timing of the decision to use it is outside my area.”

I looked at Maya.

At her face, which was doing what it did when she was receiving something significant and was processing it in the specific, interior way of someone who would speak when they had fully assembled what they needed to say.

She looked at the document.

At the paper.

At the signature that was perfect in every visible respect and was built on material that had not existed when the man it was attributed to was alive.

“For years,” she said. Quietly. “I thought someone only wanted my father dead.”

She said it to the document rather than to me.

To the room

“Now we know,” she said.

She looked up.

At me

“They wanted everything he left behind,” she said.

Not with collapse.

With the specific, cold clarity of someone who had been following a thread and had arrived at its true length, which was longer than they had understood.

The murder had been the first step.

Not the objective…

The objective was the company.

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The legacy

The specific, living thing that Edwin Hargrove had built over decades and had protected through a trust and had distributed evidence about and had died to prevent from being taken.

And nine years later, with a document printed on paper that had not been manufactured unfit three years ago, someone was still reaching for it.

Dr. Brennan produced his report while we waited.

The paper stock is inconsistent with the document’s stated date of execution by a period of not less than six years. The signature, while exhibiting characteristics consistent with authenticated samples of Edwin Hargrove’s handwriting, was applied to paper manufactured after his death. The document cannot have been executed on the stated date.

I read it.

Handed it to Maya.

She read it

Folded it.

Put it in her bag beside the notebook and the key.

“This goes to Reeves today,” she said. “And to our attorney.”

“Yes,” I said.

The car.

We walked toward it….

Marcus at the door.

My phone.

The Harrington firm number.

Maya’s attorney.

I answered.

“We’ve just received confirmation of the other side’s legal representation,” she said.

“Who?” I said.

A pause.

“Alderton, Crane and Cross,” she said.

I knew the name.

Everyone in corporate law knew the name.

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