Nathaniel rubbed his right wrist where his gold watch sat loose inside his coat sleeve.

“Arthur stamped an eviction notice without a magistrate,” Nathaniel said.

“I held the seal in my hand last night.”

“Which makes Arthur a harsh landlord,” Brenda said, pressing the elevator’s down button.

“It doesn’t prove he stole wage money from your job accounts.”

The metal doors slid open with a soft chime.

“You dragged me across town on a freezing morning because you were sure Arthur was altering payroll,” Brenda said, stepping into the elevator.

“Numbers don’t lie, Nathaniel, and her signature is right there on the document.”