KNOX
I chose a Tuesday because Damien liked structure and I wanted him off-balance before we started.
He arrived expecting something hostile — I could see it in how he came through the door, shoulders set, the expression of a man who's rehearsed an argument and is hoping you'll follow the script. I was sitting at the kitchen counter with coffee and my laptop open and the particular quality of stillness that I've been told is the most unsettling thing about me in a room.
"Knox," he said.
"Sit down, Damien."
He sat.
I turned the laptop to face him.
The dossier was complete — every debt, the three failed development deals, the rogue faction contacts, the shell companies, the property filing on Riley's shop, the wire transfer from Elder Reth's intermediary. Forty-seven pages of document
