Fat gold dollar signs danced around his head, but I kept my cool and leaned back in my chair, which creaked disturbingly. "Hire one of your lackeys."

"This is a sensitive job."

"And you trust me with it?" If my eyebrows shot any higher they'd have liftoff.

"Least of all. But your skill set makes you uniquely qualified."

Ah. He wanted me to investigate the smudge. This could be huge. Except he was going about it in his typical high-handed way. Let him work ...