It wasn’t even noon, and Mikah was close to losing his patience. He had arrived early for another day of going page by page through Tahir’s office. The former Elder had years’ worth of notes, research, memos, and records, dating back to well before Mikah was born. Most of it was routine nonsense, which was precisely why Mikah was frustrated.
If he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t upset over the lack of information or even at Tahir. He was upset with himself. He had known Tahir for years and had idolized him and every move he made. What did that say about him? He had prided himself on knowing Tahir better than anyone else, yet he had probably been fooled worse than anyone. He had been with Tahir every day, following him to the quarries and in meetings with other city officials. He
