The delivery schedule was the first thing.
It was a small leak — the kind that was easy to miss if you weren't looking for it, easy to rationalize as coincidence if you wanted to believe in coincidence. The monthly shipment of specialty herbs and amuletic materials that Ember Pack ordered through a supplier in the Pale Court network had been delayed. Not blocked. Rerouted. Someone had known the schedule, the supplier, the delivery window. That information lived in three places: the supplier's records, the Vault logistic registry, and Neva's internal pack files.
She pulled all three by noon.
The supplier records were clean. The Vault registry was clean. Her internal files had been accessed — not broken into, not obviously breached. Accessed. The kind of access that used legitimate creden
