Still, he hesitated. “A matter of Authority security, you said?”
She nodded. “Utmost importance. Questions of life and death.”
Pandusky took a long, deep breath, didn’t smile, and muttered, “Give me twenty minutes.”
He was back in fifteen. Matter-of-factly, he dumped the hard copy on her desk. “Will there be anything else, Administrator?”
She was already poring over the report. It was not extensive. “Not for now, Sanuel. I’ll let you know.”
Nodding, he watched her read for a moment, then retreated gratefully from the room.
It did not take long to find what she was looking for. There were half a dozen suspicious transfers of credit. None was large enough to stand out, but they were all of approximately the same amount and in each instance the transfers into Case’s account had taken place on consecutive days. One large payment broken up into several smaller ones to avoid drawing attention, she surmised. There was no proof that was the case, but it was not an unreasonable assumption. Particularly since every one of the suspect transfers was from a company called Poutukaa. She knew the name. It was part of her job to be at least cursorily familiar with such things.
Poutukaa was owned and operated by Sakuntala.
On the surface, there was nothing shady about the company. It dabbled in food processing and supply as well as the transshipment of goods among towns and villages. It might be involved in other enterprises as well; she couldn’t remember. The key question was why and for what service was it paying Sethwyn Case substantial amounts of credit.