The Order of Architects: Book 11

I'm getting ever closer to figuring out who the mastermind of this whole affair is. I've known right from the start that it's the Shadows who are behind it all, but I think I've found their main minion. He's a special breed of asshole who wears a top hat and lives in Africa.

You might be thinking that Liechtenstein and Africa are thousands of miles apart, but what are such petty distances to an Architect, when yet another miscreant needs taking out?

I'm no Hunter, but I know how to hunt. There's a reason even the Great Hunters used to visit me to share their knowledge. Okay, I'm lying . . . We just . . . er . . . enjoyed some lively get-togethers.

I mean, at our age, it was hard to find good company. But we shared our knowledge too!