“We executed the search warrant on Mark’s home office at noon,” Adams said, pulling a chair out for me.
Inside the first plastic bag was a heavy steel embossing stamp, the kind used to press an official corporate seal into paper.
“Is this yours?” Adams asked.
“No,” I said, leaning closer. “My seal is locked in my office safe. But this one looks identical.”
“We found it in his desk drawer, tucked behind some tax forms,” Adams said.
He reached into the second bag and pulled out a five-page document printed on heavy bond paper.
It was a safety certification for a structural wall removal on Tenth Street, dated December twelfth.
“The homeowner paid nine thousand five hundred dollars for this,” Adams said. “She thought she was paying your firm.”
I picked up the document, the thick plastic of the evidence bag crinkling under my fingers.
At the bottom of the final page, in the official signature block, my name was written in dark blue ink.
