The house was too quiet.
Sera stood in Cassia's former quarters, staring at the ransacked room. Someone had been here before her — drawers emptied, floorboards pried up, mattress sliced open. Whoever it was had been thorough.
But not thorough enough.
She knelt by the fireplace. Reached into the ash. Her fingers closed around something hard.
A flash drive. Small. Black. Hidden in the embers like someone had tried to burn it and given up.
*Someone wanted this destroyed.*
She pocketed it and kept searching.
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The ledger was in Cassia's locked desk. The desk Dax had ordered left untouched until the investigation concluded. Sera had watched the guards walk away. Then she'd picked the lock with a hairpin.
Inside: names. Dates. Amounts.
Payments from Shadow Fang. Going back years.
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