Erik’s eyes shifted left to right as he pored over one of the files on a large data window projected in front of his chair in his living room. Numbers, numbers, and more numbers.
“This isn’t what I’d expected,” he complained. “I thought it was going to be more dramatic.”
“It’s kind of exactly what I expected,” Jia replied, looking between four different data windows. “He’s a piece of trash, but at the end of the day, Barbu is a businessman, and he understands how devastating records are.” She smiled. “This was how we discovered our first big lead, by looking through records.”
“That was more you.” Erik smiled. “I just followed your example. I don’t know, I was expecting a recording of Sophia Vand plotting something. A concrete lead.”
“This is something,” Jia insisted. “We just have to f
