said Arthur. “Say that again?” “The numbers Kingsley had,” I said. “They’re far from meaningless. The patterns in them—they’re Pithica’s finances. All the accounting, money laundering—” “Dawna told me they didn’t mean anyth—” Arthur tried to insist. “How complete is this information?” said Rio. “Staggeringly complete.” I looked back at the file, at the small rows of type, pages and pages and pages and pages—I swallowed. “Rio, their operation is so much bigger than I ever—I had no idea.” He didn’t comment. I had a distinct feeling he had known. “And economics, it drives everything.” The idea was still forming, but the solidity of the math filled me with confidence. These numbers coiled with power, ripe for exploitation. Not to mention that the icepick was beginning to thump away at the back of my skull again, and the headache only made me more certain. “The sheer amount of resources Pithica needs—if we can cut off their revenue stream…assuming we can get accurate information,”
