The red light from the Sovereign’s Seal blinked with a rhythm that demanded attention, reflecting off the surface of the dark car window. Julian stared at the small holographic screen, his eyes narrowed. On it, a row of news links began to pop up one by one like mushrooms growing in a rotting place.
"What are they saying, Elara?" Julian asked, his voice sounding much lower than usual.
Elara slid her fingers over the digital tablet, her face hardening. "The Sinclair Daily news site. They just released a lead article with the headline: 'Julian Ravenscroft's Trillion-Dollar Mystery: Money Laundering Traces Behind the Architecture Student Facade'."
Julian took the tablet from Elara’s hand. He read line after line of the provocatively crafted text. There was a photo of him getting out of the
