He had treated it as conversation.

His phone rang.

Arthur.

Matteo answered immediately.

“I found another authorization,” the accountant said. “It concerns the transfers she disputed.”

“Whose signature?”

“Yours.”

Matteo straightened.

“I didn’t approve—”

“It may have been copied. I can’t determine that. But there’s something else.”

A sound interrupted him.

A car horn.