"Lady Marisart, while I am sure you truly are not concerned, now is not the time for sharing," James smiles, graciously. "And I am appreciative of your collective willingness to go forward.
"In his book, there is mention of a security company, Return Safe Ltd. I have attempted to have a friend simply locate the records I need, but it appears to be an unusually tough nut to crack. Public records are clean, far too clean. Ownership consists of several individuals, some of whom are, interestingly enough, deceased. Dead men do not own property."
He looks them all over, his expression neutral. "I believe that the information we will need will be stored on site, or if not, at least a clue as to where we should look. It is my expectation, then, that you enter their offices and find what you can. Return to me with the information you find and we will determine our next move.
"As befits your skill, I have budgeted 60,000 nuyen for the task. To demonstrate my own dedication to this cause," he reaches into his right breast pocket and pulls out a single gold credstick, "I offer all of that amount up front, in full." He sets it on the rail.
"Do you have any questions? While I should love to stay for the end of the show, I have other engagements I must attend."