Chapter 308: The Notary's Ledger (Part 1)
Perrin Locke spread three thin sheets of crisp parchment across Sirius Statanham's mahogany desk.
"Edrin Voss," Perrin announced. She tapped the top page with her manicured fingernail. "Forty-two years old. He has worked in the Bastion Nine merchant registry for two decades. He is painfully boring."
Draven leaned against the wooden bookshelf, listening closely. His pitch-black eyes scanned the summarized ledger notes from across the room.
"He has zero history of gambling debts," Perrin continued rapidly. She adjusted her round spectacles, treating the briefing like a performance. "He does not frequent the pleasure houses in Sector Four. He lives entirely alone. He buys the exact same brand of chamomile tea every Tuesday. He became a notary because he likes rules, straight lines, and quiet rooms."
"A man who loves rules does not forge a ghost guild for free," Sirius pointed out smoothly from his leather chair.
