own Harry's building

Martin stopped the car in front of a building and said, "It's in here."
I eyed the building. Nothing special, for Chicago. Twelve stories, a little run-down, all rented commercial space. "The Reds can't - Look, it can't be here," I said. "This building is where my office is."
"A known factor, for Red Court business holdings purchased it almost eight years ago," Martin said, putting the car in park and setting the emergency brake. "I should imagine that was when you saw that sudden rise in the rent."
I blinked a couple of times. "I've . . . been paying rent to the Red Court?"
"Increased rent," Martin said, with the faintest emphasis. "Duchess Arianna apparently has an odd sense of humor. If it's any consolation, the people working there have no idea who they're really working for. They think they're a firm that provides secure data backups to a multinational import-export corporation."
"But this is . . . my building." I frowned and shook my head. "And we're going to do what, exactly?"
Martin got out of the car and opened the trunk. Susan joined him. I got out of the car on general principles.


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