He offered her a seat in a comfortable leather chair, then hobbled on his cane to his antique desk and sat down, grimacing as he did so. His aging frame looked emaciated, his three-piece suit hanging from his limbs. Jade noticed that there were tremors in his hands.
He opened the desk drawer and popped a couple of tablets into his mouth. “Parkinson’s Disease,” he explained, swallowing the tablets dry. He motioned to her. “So, I imagine you’re pretty curious about this new project I want you to work on...”
“To say the least,” Jade said.
“You’ve been checking a lot of these fakes. As I’m sure you noticed, whoever is making them is getting better and better at it.”
“Yes, I noticed.” She decided to focus her mind on the task at hand. “From what I know, the Giori printing presses are very c
