Chapter 46: Murder and Magic

Cicel makes a horribly undignified noise in response to the ringing. It’s so unlike him, Alatasir almost laughs.

“The stupid Hammonds,” he complains, waving a hand at the persistent shrill ring of the phone. “They couldn’t be bothered to show up tonight, but they still want their money this instant.”

Alastair furrows his brow. He knows all of their clients and partners, but he doesn’t remember anyone with the last name Hammond.

“Here, listen, consider this training. We can start that, now that I know you’re not an absolute moron,” Cecil smiles, like he hadn’t just said something fairly atrocious.

Still, Alastair likes where this is going. Training? Sure, whatever, so long as it gets him some information he doesn’t already have.

“Go into my computer there and look up Frank Hammond’s file…”