And don’t release anything to the requesting party.”
She disconnected.
“What happened?” I asked.
Evelyn paused.
“Rowan, has Dorian ever asked you to sign documents involving a loan against the house?”
“No.”
“Are you absolutely certain?”
“Why?”
She angled her laptop my way.
A scanned document with my name filled the screen.
I had never seen it.
It purported to authorize a large loan against my property.
At the bottom appeared a near-perfect imitation of my signature.
Almost.
My stomach lurched.
“That’s not my signature.”
“I know,” Evelyn said.
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