Foundryside (The Founders Trilogy #1) - Robert Jackson Bennett Page 0,80

stolen and sold before, but never tried. The gravity plates from the man who’d exploded on the roof sat on the desk before him, crusted with blood. Gregor Dandolo stood next to him, arms crossed, one forearm wrapped in bandages. And beside her, on the sofa, sat the girl, Berenice, who watched everything with a calm look of detached bemusement, as if this were all a birthday party entertainment gone thoroughly awry.

“Where the hell am I?” asked Sancia.

“You’re in the Dandolo campo inner enclaves,” said Gregor. “In the Hypatus Building. It’s a sort of research buildi—”

“I know what the goddamn hypatus does,” said Sancia. “I’m not an idiot.”

“Mm, no,” said Orso. “Stealing my box was very much an idiot thing to do. That was you, yes? Can we cop to that?”

“I stole a box,” said Sancia. “In a safe. I’m only just now figuring out who you are.”

Orso scoffed. “You’re either ignorant or a liar. So. It’s Sancia, is it?”

“Yeah.”

“Never heard of you. Are you a canal operator?” asked Orso. “What house do you work for?”

“None.”

“An independent, eh?” He poured another glass of bubble rum and tossed it back quickly. “I never did much canal work on other houses, but I understood the independents didn’t last long. About as reusable as a wooden knife. So. You must be good, if you’re still breathing. Who was it? Who hired you to steal from me?”

“She said she doesn’t know,” said Gregor.

“Can’t she speak for herself?” said Orso.

Gregor glanced at Orso, then Sancia. “Let’s find out. Sancia—do you know what was in the box?”

At that, Orso froze. He glanced at Berenice, then stared resolutely at the floor.

“Go on,” said Gregor.

“I already told you,” said Sancia. “My client said not to open the box.”

“That is not an answer,” said Gregor.

“It’s what they said.”

“I don’t doubt that.” He turned back to Orso. “I doubt if you find that odd either, Hypatus. Because these criminals knew, just as you did, that its contents were Occidental—weren’t they?”

Even though he was covered in blood, Sancia could see Orso going pale. “What…What do you mean, Captain?” he asked.

“I will dispense with all pretenses,” said Gregor, sighing. “I’ve neither the time nor the energy for them.” He sat in a chair opposite Orso. “You broke my mother’s ban on the purchase of Occidental items. You tried to buy something valuable. This item was stored at my waterfront, for it could not be stored at the Dandolo campo. While it was there, young Sancia here was hired to steal it. Her partner, Sark, dutifully passed it along to their client—and was murdered for his troubles. And since then, this person has tried to kill anyone who’s had the remotest of interactions with that item—Sancia, you, Berenice, and me. And I suspect that such efforts will not end tonight—because the item must be incredibly important. As Occidental tools generally are. After all, they say Crasedes built his own god out of metals and stones—and a tool that could do that would be beyond value. Yes?”

Orso started rocking back and forth.

“What was in the box, Orso?” asked Gregor. “You need to tell me. It appears our lives depend on it.”

Orso rubbed his mouth, then suddenly turned to Sancia and spat, “Where is it now? What did you do with it, damn you?”

“No,” said Gregor. “First tell me what could be so valuable that it drove someone to try to kill us all tonight.”

Orso grumbled for a moment. Then he said, “It was…It was a key.”

Sancia did her utmost not to emote, but her heart was suddenly thrumming. Or maybe she should emote, she thought. She tried her best to look confused.

Gregor raised an eyebrow. “A key?”

“Yes. A key. Just a key. A golden key.”

“And did this key do anything?” asked Gregor.

“No one knew for certain. Grave robbers tend to lack the proper testing experience, you see. They found it in some giant, musty, collapsed fortress in Vialto. It was one of several Occidental tools they and the pirates and all the rest discovered.”

“You’d already tried to purchase one such tool, hadn’t you?” asked Gregor.

“Yes,” said Orso through gritted teeth. “I assume your mother told you about that. It was something like a lexicon. A big, ancient box. We paid dearly for it, and it vanished between Vialto and here.”

“How dear is dearly?” asked Gregor.

“A lot.”

Gregor rolled his eyes and looked at Berenice.

“Sixty thousand duvots,” said Berenice quietly.

Sancia coughed. “Holy shit.”

“Yes,” said Orso. “Hence Ofelia Dandolo’s frustration. But the key…It was worth

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