He chuckles dryly, and I realize I’ve said something that would slot off just about anyone else. Finnigan’s not just anyone, thank Ghu. "Yes, I write fiction. But in order to twist reality, you have to understand reality. You have to know the laws in order to break them." He thinks for a moment, and I can almost see him tugging at his upper lip the way he does when he’s puzzling something through. "Yes," he says at last—firmly, as though he’s not going to take any drek from anyone on his decision. "I have the access and the skill—and, so it seems, the motivation—to handle this for you. It’s been a long time since I did any deep research in the corporate realm, and high time I took up the challenge again." Another pause. "It might take a while, you know. I assume I won’t be able to call you."