Otto called me on a Thursday at seven in the morning.
Not a text. A call. Which meant something had happened that required voice.
"Tell me," I said.
"I need you to be calm," he said.
"I'm always calm," I said.
"You're really not," he said. "But I need you to try."
I put down my coffee. "Otto."
"Tobias has been offered a position," he said. "In the northern corridor. A formal investigator role with the High Council's new financial crimes division." A pause. "The division that was created specifically because of The Records case."
I sat with that.
"A job offer," I said.
"A significant one," Otto said. "Leading the northern corridor financial crimes investigation unit. Which is — Nara, it's exactly the right job for him. It uses everything. The financial knowledge, the network under
