“You haven’t eaten a full meal since yesterday morning, Nathaniel,” Brenda said, setting a silver spoon by his hand.

“Look at these carbon stamps on Arthur’s sub-tier billings for Project Four,” Nathaniel said, pointing a callused finger at the bottom line of the yellow carbon copy.

He reached into his heavy work jacket, took out a thick brass key stamped with the number four, and laid it on the table beside his spoon.

“What’s that key for?” Brenda asked.

“It’s the spare site key to the heated tool barn on our Strasburg warehouse project,” Nathaniel said.