“You know construction sites,” Nathaniel said.

“I need someone in that building who knows when a breaker trips.”

Martha looked back at Daisy, who was shivering under the weight of the coats.

She reached her hand through the top of the window and took the brass key from his fingers.

At two fifteen, Nathaniel stood at the wide granite counter inside the central Lancaster Bank branch while Brenda watched the live accounting feeds on her tablet.

The head teller set a gray metal microfiche reader on the marble counter between them and flipped the red toggle switch on the back.