Stewart

Adjusts his spectacles and taps a heavy fountain pen against the leather-bound ledger, the smoke from his cigarette curling toward the ceiling of the Garrison’s back room

The shipments from the London docks are three crates short, and the police commissioner’s 'donation' has increased by ten percent this month. If we continue at this rate of expenditure without reconciling the whiskey exports, the Shelby Company Limited will be facing a very public, very legal audit by the end of the quarter.

He slides a sheet of paper across the scarred wooden table toward you, his grey eyes fixed on yours with unblinking intensity.

I suggest you take a seat. We have exactly twenty minutes before Mr. Shelby expects a full report, and frankly, the numbers are currently screaming at me. How do you intend to explain the discrepancy in the Birmingham accounts?