SEVEN
MONDAY.
The owner of SCOUR, Clarence Deeley and I, had just been shown into a small conference room on the upper floor of a two-story building in downtown Bristol.
The company who owned this building went by the name Brictric—named after some ancient Saxon guy from the region. They had sent their own driver to pick us up and deliver us straight to their 16th century headquarters. Brictric, according to what Diana had been able to find out, had been insuring the property of society’s upper classes for almost five centuries. What started as an insurance and banking enterprise around 1510, grew to a massive, and discrete, portfolio stretching to all wealthy corners of the globe today.
Even though the building itself was ancient, the meeting room I sat in with Deeley had the look of
