Chapter 307: The Guild That Isn't
The underground office of the Syndicate of Statanham smelt subtly of high-class cigars and fine mahogany.
Sirius Statanham sat at his massive desk.
He pushed a single, sealed folder across the smooth wooden surface.
Perrin Locke did not open the folder immediately. She leaned back in her leather chair and crossed her legs. She was the best forensic ledger-tracer in Bastion Seven. Her dress included a charcoal vest that fitted her well, glasses, and a face that looked permanently amused but very sure of itself. She approached financial accounting the same way a swordsman approaches a duel. To her, numbers were not math. They were an art form.
"Renner," Sirius said smoothly. "He works for the Internal Audit Committee in the Capital. Follow his coin."
Perrin tapped her manicured fingernails against the edge of the folder.
