Damien’s POV
Rhen came by at ten. He didn't call ahead, which I'd stopped noting as unusual — it was just how he operated when he had something to say that he didn't want to say on a phone. He came in and took the chair and put his elbows on his knees and looked at the documents on the bed the way he always looked at documents, like they were a problem set he was about to solve.
"Petra has a name," he said.
"The proxy who filed the amendment."
"Junior council clerk. Been in the administrative office three years. Clean record, which makes it harder — no obvious flags, no prior complaints." He reached into his jacket and produced a folded sheet. "Financial trail tells a different story. Two transfers, small enough not to trigger automatic review, from an account two steps removed from th
