It contained a life insurance policy.
Twenty-five million dollars.
Lauren’s name.
Ethan as beneficiary.
Lauren frowned.
“I know about that policy.”
“Look at the amendment.”
A rider had been added.
Recently.
If both parents died within thirty days of each other, control of the insurance proceeds and certain Cole family trust assets would temporarily pass to—
Charles Cole.
Lauren reread the line.
“That signature isn’t mine.”
Naomi zoomed in.
It looked like Lauren’s signature.
Very good.
Almost perfect.
But Lauren never looped the final letter in Cole.
This signature did.
“Forged,” she said.
Naomi photographed the screen.
“Then we have fraud.”
Lauren looked at the fifth file.
It was a video.
No title.
Just a date.
That morning.
6:03 a.m.
Lauren’s skin prickled.
“At six this morning, I was still at the hospital.”
Naomi opened it.
The image appeared grainy.
A dark room.
For two seconds, Lauren could not identify it.
