What Am I Looking At?

Killian

I followed Tommaso through the warehouse and into what was once an office area. In the chaos, the filing cabinets had been toppled over, some of them now open and spilling paperwork over the debris covered floor. Other cabinets had been pried open after the fact.

“What am I looking at?” I asked as I looked down at a stack of paperwork Tommaso just handed to me. “What is this?”

The pages were littered with what I believed to be names, but several sections were blacked-out or encrypted with symbols and numbers instead of letters. Tommaso picked up a paper off the floor and looked at it before saying, “Names, I think. And how much these people were bought or traded for. I think the encrypted sections are prices, and the blacked-out sections are deals. I’m not totally sure.”

“Niccolò was running an entire enterprise right under not only my nose, but Riccardo’s? That doesn’t sound right.” I grazed over another sheet of paper, looking for one name in particular.

I hadn’t forgotten a