XVI
“Mr. Grimoire, did you or didn’t you hire Tony Dyer?” Senator Oceanfield asked.
It had been two hours, and they had barely gotten through the Old Dark story.
This was personal. The only thing missing was the press. Just Lucan, Senator Oceanfield and a handful of government guards and court staff. The single ray of sunlight that shone down on the table felt like a magnifying glass. Lucan’s hairline was dripping with sweat even though he tried to keep his composure.
He wiped a string of sweat from his forehead and said “He wasn’t an employee, per se. Sure, he got paid—”
Oceanfield held up a paper.
“What did you pay him to do?” she asked.
“He approached me and told me that he’d found Old Dark’s tomb,” Lucan said. “I paid him a handsome sum to take me to it. So yeah, I paid him. But
