"Who wouldn’t?" She looked bored. "I’ll stick to what’s common knowledge, then. Hire us a discreet sometime, and I’ll give you all the rest." She fired a stream of amber liqueur from arm’s length and sucked it in as it splashed against her teeth. "Something big is stirring in C-K. It hasn’t reached the rank and file yet, but the Comptroller’s death is a sign of it. The other Advisers are treating it like a personal matter, but it’s clear that he wasn’t simply tired of life. He left his affairs in disorder. No, this is something that runs back to the Queen herself. I’m sure of it."