An £8,000 Investment

When the Arbiter removed his golden mask, Lynn whistled. "So it's you, Cromwell. I didn't expect you to be after my wine, too."

Cromwell untied him. "You've got it wrong. I was going to introduce you to a friend, but I never expected to find you kidnapped."

"Looks like my luck isn't so bad." Lynn glanced at Sifa, who wore a white mask. "Is this the friend you mentioned?"

"This is Duke."

Cromwell added, "And this is Lynn."

Sifa took off his mask and smiled. "Good afternoon, Mr. Lynn."

"I've had better afternoons." Lynn flexed his numb wrists. "But I owe you one. If you ever need a lawyer, come to me. I'll give it everything I've got."

"Thank you." Sifa ran two fingers over the false mustache stuck above his lip.

Cromwell helped Lynn to his feet. "What will you do now?"

Lynn shrugged. "I'm going to the police station first and have our Mr. Kim arrested. Then I'll need to stay at your place for a while. When that Executioner from the Zimang Party kidnapped me, he had the misfortune of letting me see his face."

Worried the man would come to silence him?

Sifa rubbed his chin. If Lynn moved in too, there would be three of them staying at Cromwell's house.

That would be a bit cramped.

"Let's go."

Cromwell patted Lynn's shoulder. "There's something I want to discuss with you on the way."

By the time they returned to the Arbiter's home on Yilin Street, Lynn knew that Sifa wanted his help finding an investment opportunity.

Sitting down on the sofa, Lynn took an ice pack from Cromwell and pressed it to his face. "As it happens, I know of an investment. For certain reasons, Elick Steelworks needs to sell off some shares to raise