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Mara wanted to storm into the trust office. Instead, Sonia asked her to sit down and make a list of every device and badge she'd used there.

"I don't want you confronting someone who's already pushed one person into the harbor," Sonia said.

"I don't want her using my name anymore," Mara answered.

"Then let's show exactly how she did it."

The city provided the submission log through its records process. It showed that someone using Mara's trust account uploaded the altered flood report at 6:17 p.m. on a Thursday. Mara was hundreds of miles away, teaching an adaptive-design workshop, with attendance records and photographs to prove it.

The trust's former office clerk, Evan Price, gave Brooks a statement. He said Celeste had told him Mara was still an authorized consultant and asked him to unlock her old workstation for an urgent project.

"I didn't question her," Evan told us with Sonia present. "She was the executive director. She knew the password-reset procedure."

"Did you see the report?" I asked.

"No. I saw a folder marked resident consent. She made me print thirty-eight envelopes."

Mara closed her eyes.

"Were there names on them?" Sonia asked.

Evan nodded. "There was a list. June Bell was first. Celeste said that woman would be the hardest to move."

I felt anger rise so fast it frightened me.

"June is seventy-six," I said. "She has lived in her house for fifty years."

"Which is why you let the detective do her work," Sonia said. "Not Celeste's work for her."

Evan handed over the email asking him to prepare the envelopes, including a line instructing him to use Mara's old login. It did not prove who forged each ballot, but it made the deception easier to trace.