“I could have called with my results,” Foster said, startling Ric when he came into his office. “But since I was on my way home, I thought I deliver them in person.”
“You work banker’s hours?” Ric asked with a grin, as it was barely four in the afternoon.
“When I can.” Foster sat in the chair beside Ric’s desk, setting the folder he was carrying in front of Ric. “First things first. The birth certificate is a forgery, but we already figured that out. The Certificate of Adoption is the real thing.”
“You’re certain?”
“Yes. Examining documents for authenticity is what I do,” Foster replied tartly. “However, determining what was blacked out is not possible. Whoever was responsible for defiling the certificate knew what they were doing. As you can see—” Foster opened the folder, pointing to
