“Arthur signed the voucher himself,” Brenda said.

“He wrote that she quit without notice on the afternoon of December twenty-third.”

Nathaniel rubbed his right wrist where his gold watch sat loose against his cuff.

“A lead finisher doesn’t walk off a commercial build three days before Christmas without collecting eighteen hundred dollars in gross pay,” he said.

“Are you going to call Arthur’s cell?” Brenda asked.

“Not yet,” Nathaniel said.

“I’m going to ask the woman whose name is on the receipt.”