Dante brought it with the morning intelligence at eight.
He set it on top of the stack without comment. That was how he flagged things that needed her attention before everything else. Sera picked it up and read it.
Four minutes.
She recognized Aldric's sourcing fingerprint by the second paragraph. The anonymous tip structure, the information split across two separate contacts to manufacture the appearance of independent corroboration, the selection of real transactions reframed to suggest deliberate intent. It was the same operational signature she had read in the forty-seven-page file. The same patient architecture applied to a different target.
The debt approach had failed. So now this.
She set the story down. She looked at the window. Grey morning, the city moving through its ordi
