“We don’t know who any of them are.”
“And I’m guessing you normally do when something like this pops up?”
“We usually have a pretty good idea.”
“My guess: some of the Zhori clan?” On Asto, the Zhori clan specialised in running and stocking the giant warehouses and food distribution chains. When they left Asto, many ended up doing the same thing, except not legally, especially in places where legal import and export was forbidden.
She shrugged. “Maybe, but we have a Zhori representative at the Exchange. He knows nothing about it. He says there are no Zhori in Djibouti or Ethiopia.”
Here a normal person would question if her contact spoke the truth, but if this person was in Amarru’s loyalty network—and he would be in order to work for her—he would tell her the truth. Then, in a twist t
