The explosion, more accurately, the blast that brought the entire building down, should have woken the whole district. Keiser was certain people would've felt the first detonation alone, it had punched a crater straight through the undercroft, enough force to rattle every surrounding structure.
If those buildings weren't empty, that is.
Most of them were nothing more than storage fronts, warehouses for the other illicit 'goods' Mr. Genevra dealt in outside his auctions. And Keiser knew the man had a special privilege, a quiet immunity… a pass.
As long as he continued supplying what the nobles wanted every year at his exclusive auctions, the court allowed him to trade however he pleased. No scrutiny. No limits. No consequences.
All because he kept their appetites fed.
Their curiosities, their forbidden trinkets, their beasts in cages, the court allowed him to sell whatever he pleased.
But that didn't matter now. The man still had a debt to pay.
