“Wait,” I said, still looking at the carpet, but I squinted, trying to focus on something from my memory. “Are we talking about Max Auron? That was his thing, brokering in objects of power.”
“I have not heard mention of Maximilian in some time. He usually never made a secret of his comings and goings, rather, he broadcast them for all to hear. And I would think that he might view the Club’s doings as competition rather than something he involved himself in.”
“But you don’t know for sure.”
Nikki shook her head.
“Okay, so where am I going to find this evidence?”
“Several rooms hold filing cabinets and computers have records. I believe, together, we can access them.”
It was a thought. But it also didn’t sit right with me. Records were likely to be in secure areas, and computers were password protected. I wasn’t a hacker, and I certainly wasn’t going to involve Ira in this. Even the filing cabinets could be problematic depending on what kind of scheme they used, and what they were hiding it behind. Wasn’t like I was going to find a file folder labeled ‘Artifact Smuggling.’
“We’re here,” Nikki announced.
So much for coming up with a good plan.