“He told me if I didn’t sign them right then, he’d give my gate pass to another finisher,” she said.

“I was sleeping in the sedan with Daisy.

I needed the work.”

“He printed the liability release over your blank signature after you left,” Nathaniel said.

“I never agreed to waive my pay,” Martha said, her voice trembling a little before she caught herself.

“I never gave up my eighteen hundred dollars.”

Nathaniel looked at the placemat, where Daisy was drawing a large box in yellow crayon.

“Did Arthur pay your last distribution by check or in cash?” Nathaniel asked.