"What kind of shop have I walked into?"
Percy was now inside the shop and looking at the nearest display.
Every pair had a price tag. Not one of them read below two silver crowns.
He turned to the ladies' side. Sandals. Heels. Arranged neatly on tiered shelves.
Three silver crowns. Average.
"How does it make sense that a pair of heels costs as much as an entire suit?"
Beside him Dana leaned forward toward the nearest shelf, read the price, and went still.
"Did brother lie to me?"
She straightened slowly and looked at the tags further down the row.
"How can someone so young afford any of this?"
She had already worked out that he hadn't been with the Syndicate long , his clothes, the state of the house. None of it pointed to someone who had been well paid for years.
"Does the Syndicate really pay this well? Or has he taken out a loan?"
The thought settled uncomfortably in her chest.
