and learned his lesson. There had to be another way. He just hadn't thought of
it yet.
The chime on the door rang softly, and he looked up, annoyed by the
interruption. "Enter," he snapped.
A tall, broad-shouldered man stood in the doorway, leathers gleaming. He came in
with an easy grace that Belfontaine envied, and his six foot frame never failed
to remind him of how short he himself was. It was Miles Granfell, his second in
Information, and his principal agent in fomenting discord on Cottman. He was
shrewd and capable, but rather too ambitious for comfort, and Lyle did not
entirely trust him. Still, he managed to smile brightly for the sake of
appearances.
"So, what is going on?" Granfell was never one for chitchat and pleasantries, a
trait that Belfontaine appreciated. It w
