She swallowed. “My great-grandfather. He studied manuscripts. He taught me how to read what is there, not what we want to see. Sometimes, forged documents use details from the wrong century. Sometimes the ink pretends to be old but the letters betray the truth.”
Allerton’s smile faltered. The other men shifted uncomfortably. Camden Doyle muttered, “This is ridiculous.”
Everett’s voice sharpened. “Bring me a magnifying glass.”
One of his assistants hurried away. A moment later, Everett bent over the manuscript. He murmured as he examined the ink texture. Raya watched him. He saw what she saw. A fissure in the illusion. A tiny, devastating flaw.
He lifted his gaze toward Allerton. “If this is a forgery, you will answer for it. I will not allow my foundation to be poisoned by lies.”
Allerton’s veneer cracked. “You do not know what you are talking about. You think a billionaire knows more about documents than I do? Than my experts?”
Everett straightened to his full height. “I think an honest child just saw something your experts conveniently ignored.”