"Who hired you?" Fu10 demanded.

"Not everything is paid with money," she said. Her eyes flicked to Santos. "Some debts are kept as stories so they don’t vanish."

Fu10’s job was supposed to be routine: lift a ledger from a waterfront safe and leave a note that said, simply, "Recall." A quiet, surgical message to remind the Gotta that someone knew everything she preferred hidden. He’d been paid enough to swallow the night and sleep through the shame.