“They shorted us the green ones again.”

“Then we use blue and we don’t complain.” I set the clipboard down.

“What’s on the tray?”

A rubber band held a stack of blue forms, and the top one carried a heavy signature in a blue ink I had seen that week on a morning log sheet.

Salas leaned over.

“Clerk said those came up from the back for a reorder.”

I turned the stack sideways.