Renn takes the Whitmore reassignment personally, more than he lets on, and it shows the moment a consortium-adjacent case lands on his desk.
"I got one," he announces, practically vibrating with the file clutched against his chest as he crosses the floor toward me. "A real one. Client with a contract from a firm called Sterling Cove Financial, which, guess what, traces back through two shell layers to exactly the kind of structure you and Talia have been mapping."
"Slow down," I say, taking the file from him. "How'd this land on your desk specifically?"
"Random assignment, probably. Or maybe not random, who knows anymore." He drops into the chair across from me, energy barely contained. "Point is, I finally get to actually contribute instead of just tracking gossip and holding doors ope
