what you’re talking about.”
Claire put the copy in front of him.
He read it.
For the first time that evening, Harrison looked genuinely shocked.
“This isn’t right.”
“You’re listed as an authorized administrator.”
“Not for loans.”
“Could you have executed this?”
“No.”
“Could someone using your credentials?”
He ran one hand over his face.
“Possibly.”
“That isn’t very reassuring.”
“No, sir.”
He pulled out his phone.
“The trust administration used a bank portal back then. Mrs. Bennett had primary authority. You had secondary. I had restricted transaction access. I
