“The hearing is over, Arthur,” Nathaniel said, stopping two feet short of the brass elevator button.

“You don’t need to push this to the state prosecutor,” Arthur said, taking one short step forward.

“A criminal referral will wreck my subcontracting license across three counties.”

Nathaniel reached into his breast pocket and took out the signed judgment the board examiner had handed down.

“You took eighteen hundred dollars from a woman sleeping in a car with her child,” Nathaniel said, holding the folded document out toward Arthur’s chest.

“Take the notice.”