"What kind of payments?" Mo Shian asked.
"I never saw the records. She wrote everything in the phoenix notebook."
That notebook remained locked inside the jewelry cooperative's private vault.
And the key to retrieving it was divided between the brooch hidden in Mo Shian's pocket and the matching half that had disappeared after Wen Qiqi's death.
Tang Yichen collected the listening device from Han Ru.
"I will examine this and determine where it was purchased. These devices sometimes store short connection logs. If whoever planted it accessed the feed remotely, they may have left a digital trail."
"How long will that take?" Weiwei asked.
"A few hours if they were careless. Several days if they weren't."
"Tang Yichen does not sleep when he has a puzzle," Mo Shian said.
Tang looked at him.
"You say that as if you don't call me in the middle of the night whenever you have a problem."
"I didn't call you. Joel did."
"On your orders."
"Is there a difference?"
