pictures started to flash on the wall, Rythen found himself mesmerized by it all.
“The police station is the first thing we need to complete. As you know, most of the work on the new building is being funded by Black. The rest of the funding is to come through as donations from—”
“I’ve been thinking about that.” Everyone turned to a man he’d been introduced to as Malian Tallis. “I believe that we should continue to use the Black monies to finish the project and start the one on the fire station immediately. The money that we’ve managed to raise, while not a lot, could start that one until the fire station is finished. It’s been a hardship having to wait on the people to get up off their butts and donate like they should. But the money is right there. I think we should use it.”
“That wasn’t on the agenda. Malian, last month you were told if you want to add something constructive to the meeting it had to be brought to us forty-eight hours before we—” The man cut Logan off again.
“Yeah, yeah, you said that. And I only just thought of this. Why shouldn’t we use what we can from the Black Corp? They said they’d help, and everyone here knows they have an endless supply of money.” Malian winked at him as he leaned in to whisper. “Aaron here is said to be worth billions. Why not get a little for the town while he’s still kicking?”
Rythen realized that the man had no idea that every being in the room could hear a pin drop and his whispered comment about Aaron could be heard by them all. Rythen looked at Aaron and was shocked to see that he was laughing. Did he really not hear him? Or was it that he cared little for the low opinion the man had of him?
“Black will only finance what was agreed upon.” Logan took the file from Malian and opened it to the back pages before continuing. “As of right now there is less than ten grand in the account set up to make the necessary repairs on the buildings as well as the needed upgrades on the library. I’d like for you to explain where that money has gone. Nearly eleven million dollars of the money is missing. And if you interrupt me again, I will have you removed from this meeting.”
“Now see here. You can’t talk to me that way. I’m on the council, and as such I’m the voting majority for them. Do you see anyone else here that will stand up for this city? Not you, Burris. Last time I looked, you’re not using any of that money you got from marrying into the family either.” The low growl coming from Logan nearly made Rythen laugh. The human council member was going to be torn apart if he didn’t shut up.
“And I have no plans of doing so. As for your comment about the council, I have it on good authority that you threatened the others about coming here tonight. You told Mr. Donley that if he showed you’d make sure that he was facing an audit of his department that would show him using the state funding for things other than research.” Malian started to sputter, but Logan continued as if he were not. “Mrs. Sheppard said that you told her that her daughter’s house would be foreclosed on, even though it’s not in arrears. And that her son-in-law would lose his job with the city because you had that sort of power.”
“Lies. I have no reason to threaten these people. They’re just saying that because they think things are going to hell. And with you in charge, I can see it coming fast.” A file slammed down on the table just as Malian started to rise. “What the hell is this?”
“Your own financial records.” Aaron sat still as he continued. Nodding once to the little boy, pictures of Malian on a yacht with several younger women flashed on the screen. “I’ve got it on good authority that you’re spending departmental money on your own little fun. How many times have you been to France this year, Malian? Twice? Three times?”
“I have a house there that I got from my wife’s family.” Another file was put