Nathaniel rubbed his wrist where his watch sat loose against his skin.

“You weren’t listed on the master completion sheet.”

“I was listed as crew code seven,” Martha said, pointing a joint knife at the rolled sheets.

“Arthur told me contractors don’t put women’s names on state billing forms.”

By eleven that morning, the air inside the Whitmore Construction archive room smelled of old cardboard boxes and iron dust.

Brenda stood on the second step of a rolling aluminum ladder, pulling heavy gray binders off the top metal shelf and handing them down one at a time.

“The Project Four sub-tier logs are in box seven,” Brenda said, setting a thick brown ledger on the laminate work counter.