Chapter 29
WHEN SADY came back to his office, a long line of people was already waiting there. Not just citizens, but senators and city administrators, and—mercy—the doga’s treasurer.
Sady gestured at the man, and he stepped out of the line to follow Sady into the office.
As soon as Sady shut the door behind him, the man started, “Proctor, I implore you, before you make any plans, you really need to consult with me about the mo—”
“No. You need to bring me the missing books. Now.”
“I’m working on that. We think we know where they are.”
“Here. In my office. Now.”
“But I can’t—”
“Now.” Sady was getting enough of this weaselly man. “Or tell me what has happened to them. If you really know. Which, frankly, I’m beginning to doubt.”
He man swallowed visibly. “I had hoped you were going t
