"What is it, Louis?" Eilika asked as soon as the study doors clicked shut behind them.
Louis withdrew the ledger from the inner pocket of his coat and handed it across the mahogany desk. "I acquired this yesterday from a reliable source."
Eilika looked down at the weathered binding with a furrowed brow. "And what does it contain?"
"An old account book kept in the storehouse of a restaurant owned by Liliana's distant cousin," Louis explained. "The transaction entries are riddled with anomalies. When the Duke returns, this will provide him with considerable leverage."
Eilika knitted her brows together as the implication settled over her. "This is yet more proof of what she was orchestrating behind Damian's back."
"Indeed. It sometimes becomes unbelievable that a woman who appeared so innocent, and spoke with such apparent kindness, could do something like this," Louis observed.
