He pushed a printed document toward Nathaniel’s side of the desk.

“Sign the release form as her site advocate, Nathaniel, and we close the file.”

Nathaniel picked up the document.

The top line carried the heading for Vance Sub-Contracting Services, but the fine print was crammed into the bottom margin in seven-point type.

“Why the hurry on the waiver?” Nathaniel asked.

“Efficiency,” Arthur said, leaning back in his leather chair.

“Take the six hundred dollars, Nathaniel, and let’s both pretend this was a simple mistake.”

Nathaniel folded the paper once and slid the check inside the crease.