“Arthur claimed those three names were voluntary departures on the site log,” Nathaniel said, setting his gold watch face up on the blotter.

“He altered the timecard carbons so he could funnel the eighteen hundred straight into his shell vendor account.”

Brenda tapped her glasses against her clipboard and pulled a dark blue ledger out of her tote bag.

Nathaniel reached into his coat pocket and took out Caroline’s foundation checkbook, opening the leather cover to the first blank check.

“What’s that checkbook, Mr.

Whitmore?” Martha asked.