The realization hit me slowly.

“Grant forged the signature,” I said.

“He used Daniel’s digital signing key from a later corporate filing,” Lena said. “He backdated the entire agreement.”

“Daniel has no idea,” I said.

“If he did, he would be facing disbarment,” Lena said. “Daniel is arrogant, but he isn’t stupid enough to risk his license for Grant.”

Vance swerved the SUV onto the highway entrance ramp.

The tires shrieked as we merged into the light late-night traffic heading toward New Jersey.

“Call Daniel,” I said.

Lena dialed the number and put the call on speaker.

The phone rang three times before Daniel answered, his voice sounding tired.

“Lena?” Daniel said. “I’m still reviewing the disclosure documents. What is this about?”

“Daniel, where is your client?” I asked.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.

“Nora?” Daniel said. “Grant is at his apartment. He is preparing for the preliminary hearing tomorrow.”

“He’s not at his apartment, Daniel,” I said. “He’s at Teterboro Airport trying to board a private flight to Nassau.”