“Just leave my name out of it when you talk to his lawyer.”

By five o’clock, sleet was tapping on the corrugated tin roof of the Strasburg site barn.

Daisy sat on a wooden tool crate near the electric heater, carefully drawing stars on a yellow scrap of drywall paper with a blue crayon.

Nathaniel laid the green carbon ledger open on the workbench next to Martha’s pile of saved paper timecard stubs.

“Look at line four,” Nathaniel said, holding a magnifying glass over the green carbon copy.