“Six shipments,” Wren said.
Caelum did not reach for the page.
It lay between them on his desk at ten forty-seven that night, a single sheet covered in Wren’s compact handwriting. Six shipment numbers. Six legitimate freight vendors. Six second payments to Blackpine for the same work, each processed through Beta Administrative Authority.
No stolen originals. No photographs. No document removed from the logging archive.
Only facts she could reproduce under questioning.
Caelum read the first line from where he stood.
“How certain are you?”
“That the shipments were billed twice? Completely.”
“That Edric authorized them?”
“I did not say that.”
His eyes lifted to hers.
Wren tapped the office code beside the first Blackpine payment. “The authorization belongs to his office. That is no
