I frowned. “Then how did he get the deeds recorded?”

“He didn’t need to forge your father’s name,” Vance said quietly. “He forged yours.”

The room went dead silent.

I felt the blood rush to my ears, a hot, sharp anger rising in my throat.

“He had a copy of your signature from some old military power of attorney documents you left at the house,” Vance said. “He used a light box to trace it onto the quitclaim deeds.”

“And you notarized them?” Voss asked, his voice deadly calm.

“I didn’t,” Vance said quickly. “I swear I didn’t. Dorian has a notary stamp in his desk at the Austin office. He did it himself. He signed a fake notary name and used the stamp he took from a retired secretary.”

“That is grand theft, forgery, and bank fraud,” Voss said, writing quickly on his legal pad. “And you knew about it.”

“I told him it was risky,” Vance pleaded. “But he said Elena would back him up. He said she would swear in court that the signature was yours if anyone asked.”