FAZER LOGINThe signature belonged to Marcus Vale.The date was June 14, 1995.And the man who had supposedly died three days before his fatal accident had signed a declaration concerning his own death.Elena stared at the document on Mara's screen.“Tell me that's a forgery.”Mara examined the scanned signature.“I can't establish that from this copy. We need the original, handwriting samples, and a proper forensic examination.”Adrian turned toward Bernard.“Can someone legally declare himself dead?”“Not in the manner this document suggests,” Bernard replied. “A signed declaration alone doesn't establish death. But if someone used it to support a false identity record, it could have serious consequences.”“Then why has Victor Saye submitted it now?”Bernard studied the application.“Because he wants the court to recognize him as representative of Marcus's estate. If he can establish a
For several seconds, Elena couldn't look away from the photograph.Two men wore Marcus Vale's face.One stood beside Graham Pell outside the Crosswind clinic.The other appeared faintly in the background, captured in a reflection from the clinic's glass entrance.And beneath the photograph, in handwriting Elena had been told belonged to her father's closest friend, were the words:THE ORIGINAL MARCUS DIED THREE DAYS BEFORE THE ACCIDENT.Adrian took the photograph from her.“Read that again.”Elena did.Michael moved closer to the light.“Let me see.”He studied the faces, then shook his head.“This isn't proof.”Adrian looked at him sharply.“Of what?”“That two men were impersonating Marcus.”Michael pointed to the reflection.“We have a photograph with an uncertain date, an unclear face, and a handwritten statement whose author we haven't authenticated.”“You're saying we ignore it?”“No. I'm saying we don't turn a clue into a conclusion.”Elena nodded reluctantly.Michael was right
Elena stared at the screen.Applicant: Graham PellCo-applicant: Samuel Harrow“No.”Adrian stepped beside her.“That's impossible.”Michael reached for the keyboard.“Let me see.”Mara pulled the filing open.The document contained Samuel's name, identification number, and a digital signature.At first glance, it looked legitimate.Then Mara enlarged the signature.“This isn't Samuel's.”Elena looked at her.“How do you know?”“Because I've seen his declaration refusing custodial appointment.”She opened the earlier document.The signatures were visibly different.“Samuel's declaration was handwritten and later notarized. This one is a digital signature attached to a certificate issued through the old custodian system.”Michael stared at the certificate.“That certificate shouldn't exist.”“Why?”“It was deactivated in 2003.”Adrian looked at him.“Then how did Pell use it?”Michael shook his head.“He didn't.”Everyone turned.Michael pointed to the filing.“Pell may have submitted
The phone kept ringing.Nobody moved.Mara stared at the screen.SAMUEL HARROWIncoming call.Adrian reached for it.Elena caught his wrist.“Wait.”The ringing stopped.A second later, a message appeared.You finally found Daniel's note.Adrian's face hardened.Another message followed.Now find the appointment.Mara immediately began tracing the number.“It's not coming from Samuel's usual device.”Elena looked at her.“Then whose?”“Unknown routing.”Michael stepped closer.“Can you locate it?”“Not yet.”Adrian looked at the screen.“Samuel is alive.”Nobody answered.The message was proof of contact, but not proof of safety.Elena picked up Daniel's note again.“Three days before Marcus's death.”Michael nodded.“Daniel w
Adrian read the message twice.Then a third time.Elena watched his face.“What?”He handed her the phone.She read it.Michael stepped closer.“What did they say?”Elena showed him.Michael's expression changed at the final line.“Pell.”“You knew he was involved with the paternity file?” Elena asked.“No.”“Then why do you look like you expected it?”“I didn't.”Michael stared at the screen.“I expected his name somewhere in the old records. I didn't expect it here.”Mara turned the laptop toward them.“The archive access occurred seven minutes before the message was sent.”Adrian looked at her.“Can you trace the terminal?”“I can trace the archive workstation.”“And?”“Court archive terminal three.”Elena frowned.“The same terminal used to send the fake mes
The photograph remained on Adrian’s phone.No one touched it.No one spoke.Eight-year-old Adrian stood beside Thomas Vale at the old Vale residence, his small hand wrapped around the older man's fingers.Thomas was smiling.Adrian wasn't.And behind them, half-shadowed by the doorway, stood a man who looked unmistakably like Marcus Vale.Adrian stared at the image until his eyes began to hurt.“That’s my father.”Michael Cross didn't answer.Adrian looked up.“You know that man.”Michael's jaw tightened.“Yes.”Elena stepped closer.“Michael.”He finally looked at her.“That isn't Marcus.”Adrian's face hardened.“You just said you know him.”“I know who he was pretending to be.”The room changed.Elena looked back at the photograph.“Marcus.”“Michael.”The na







