“A cold room wears a body out, and worn-out people sign things.”

By four I had pulled every month-end report going back two years.

Sanitation had been moved off facility four-eleven in March, and nothing in the file explained why.

Megan was standing at the copier in the accounting hallway with a stack of paper held against her chest.

“Megan.

Why is third-floor maintenance being run through underwriting four-oh-two?”

She evened the stack on her palm.

“Cost allocation.”