Hub appeared, looking just as you’d described him, and gave me a greeting that made me miss Teldra. Have you met Teldra? Never mind. He showed me in and brought me to the same room she met you in, and there was Vonnith, just where she was supposed to be.
She stood up and gave me a slight bow—I don’t think she knew how polite she was supposed to be to me—and started to speak. I sat down and said, “Give me the names of all the banks Fyres was involved in. I don’t need yours, we know about those. Which other ones?”
She frowned. “Why do you need to know that? And who are you, anyway?”
“I’m not going to tell you my real name; you should know that. And I don’t have the energy to invent a good one. You know who I work for—”
“You’re a Jhereg!”
“Yes. And an Easterner. What’s your point? We need to know what other banks Fyres was involved with, and we need to know before they go under.”
“But how can you not know? How can—?” She seemed very puzzled, but I had no interest in letting her work things out; I’d made that mistake yesterday.
“Maybe we do know,” I said, and let her put it together herself—wrong, of course. It’s disgustingly easy to let people lie to themselves, and they do it so much better than you can. But as she was coming to the conclusion that this was all a test, and deciding how she ought to react to that, she wasn’t considering the possibility that I wasn’t involved with anyone except an old hedge-wizard and a notorious thief.
She said, “I don’t know them all. I know the big ones, of course.”
“Size isn’t important; I mean the ones with heavy enough investments that they’re at risk, or at any rate they’ve been seriously hurt.”
“Oh,” she said, and somehow that made things all right—perhaps she decided that she wasn’t really being tested, we just didn’t know who was heavily committed to Fyres. Or maybe she came up with some other explanation, I don’t know. But I got what I was after. She said, “Well, the Bank of the Empire, of course.”
Cracks and shards! “Yes. Go on.”
“And the Turmoli Trust, and Havinger’s.”
“Quite.”
“Should I include the House treasuries?”
House treasuries?
“Yes.”
“Well, the only ones I know about are the Dragon and the Jhegaala. And the Orca, naturally.”
“Naturally,” I echoed, trying to keep my eyes from bulging too obviously. The Orca Treasury! The Dragon Treasury!
“I think those are the only Houses, or at least the only ones with potentially dangerous investments.”
“Not the Jhereg?” I said.
“No,” she said. “As far as I know, you—they are only in for small change. I think that was the deal to convince the Dragons to invest.”
“That would make sense,” I said. Besides, what does the Jhereg Treasury matter if all the Jhereg in Northport and half the Jhereg in Adrilankha had already gotten involved? But then, maybe they hadn’t—I still didn’t know what you were going to uncover in Adrilankha, I was just guessing based on what your friend Stony had said.
She kept talking, and I kept listening, but the details aren’t important. She named about twenty or thirty banks, trusts, and moneylenders who were either going under or were in danger of going under, and, as I said, the Bank of the Empire, which embodies the Imperial Treasury, was at the very top of the list.
What happens if the Empire has to file surrender of debts, Kiera? Who can it surrender its debts to? It occurs to me that there are probably scholars of the House of the Orca who sit around and discuss things like this, or write long books about it, but nothing like it had ever crossed my mind before. When she finally ran down, I said, “Good. That’s what we needed.”
“But you knew all that.”
“Maybe,” I said. “That isn’t your concern, is it?”
“I suppose not,” she said, and looked at me with maybe just the hint of suspicion.
As if it were just an afterthought to the conversation, I said, “Loftis was killed yesterday.”
“So I heard,” she said coolly. “Poor fellow. Do the authorities know who did it?”
“Nope,” I said.
She studied her fingernails. “I heard he was eating lunch with an Easterner at the time.”
She heard that? Well, maybe that explained why she was so ready to believe I was who I claimed to be. That was almost funny. “It’s possible,” I said.
“It seemed like a professional job.”
I looked at her and alarm bells went off inside my head. She knew as much about professionalism in assassination as I knew about professionalism in finance. And, in fact, it hadn’t been a professional job; at least, not the way the Jhereg would have done it. Too many people involved, and too much left to chance, including a target who had the opportunity to draw his blade and a witness left alive. Whoever killed Loftis, it wasn’t the Jhereg.
So who was it?
I tried to remember enough about the assassins to guess their House, but I couldn’t really. They weren’t Dzurlords, and they weren’t Dragonlords. Orca? Maybe. Probably.
But, above all, why was she pretending it was a Jhereg job? Did she think I was pretending it was a Jhereg job, and she was just going along with it, even though she knew better? I looked at her, and my instincts answered yes.
“What is it?” she said. I’d been looking at her, even though I hadn’t been aware of it, and apparently this was making her nervous. Good.
“What do you know?” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“You know something.”
“About what?”
“You tell me.”
“I don’t—”
“I know we didn’t do Loftis, and you know we didn’t do Loftis. You’ve been scared, and you’re getting ready to jump. You know something you shouldn’t know, and that’s scaring you, and well it should. What is it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you?”
She tried to scowl at me. I stared back at her. I was Vlad again, a Jhereg assassin, if only for a moment, and she was an Orca—rich and fat, at least metaphorically. I’d become an assassin in the first place just for the pleasure of killing people like her. So I glared and waited, and eventually she cracked. It wasn’t obvious, but I could see her resistance break down, and she knew I could see.
I said, “Well? Who killed him?”
She shook her head.
I said, “Don’t be stupid. You know who I represent.
Whoever you’re scared of, you should be more scared of me. Now, which one of them was it?”
I threw in the “which one of them was it” phrase because it makes it sound like you know what you’re talking about even when you don’t, and this time it paid off. She said, “Reega.”
“Good,” I said. “Congratulations, you’ve just saved your life. How deep into her are you?”
“Heh,” she said. “I’m not into her, she’s into me.”
“Same thing, isn’t it? If she goes down, you follow her.”
She nodded.
“Very well, Side-Captain. You know that we’re all a little shy these days about throwing money at someone to keep an operation from going under—especially that bloodline. But it is possible something can be worked out.”
“Something has been worked out,” she snapped. “And if you people would just leave us alone—”
“You mean the land swindle? I know about that. What makes you think it’s going to work?”
“What do you mean?”
“It isn’t like it’s a secret, Side-Captain.”
“Who knows?”
“Everyone.”
“Everyone?”
“Except maybe the victims.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter, does it? As long as the v—as long as the tenants don’t find out, it doesn’t matter who else does.”