[ If he knows his father at all, it's with a surety that Tomassen suspects something is up. Over the Rollins case, Kaz had become familiar with the laws and arguments that had been cited on both sides. Had read so many books on the subjects so he could never have someone pull the wool over his eyes again. Both of his parents had been extremely patient in their explanations and through his several hundred questions.
Since Inej's particular situation calls on a separate branch of laws and rulings, especially because of her being a Ravkan national, he's been sending Tomassen inquiries here and there, getting a better understanding of the contract's wording. As well as doing his own research on everything that stemmed into it; housing, indenture, all the various business Heleen Van Houden owned and operated throughout Ketterdam. Each new discovery fueled the already stoked anger in him. By the time he finishes what he considers his preliminary findings, the word document is nearing fifty pages. He saves it, encrypted, prints everything off, and then carefully wipes all trace of his search, the print job, and disconnects from the VPN he'd set up for it.
Just in case.
He manages to send a message at a normal hour, asking if his dad will be free for lunch the next day, relieved when it's an agreement. Nothing is set in stone, not yet, but he intends to get Heleen in some way. After all, Inej seemed resolute in her desire to get her justice–which is rightfully deserved. Tomassen and Sofia had supported and seen him through his own hell; it was karmic balance to help Inej through hers however he could.
So, on a beautiful but brisk Wednesday, fifteen minutes before noon, he's let into Tomassen's office by the receptionist, Maia. She'd looked startled but glad to see him, having gotten familiar with his comings and goings over the years the Rollins case had dragged on. Kaz takes his seat across from his dad, stretching out his bad leg. The paperwork laden leather bag gets set in the chair next to his so he wouldn't have to bend to collect it. ]
For the record, I did text mom back separately about dinner on Friday.
kaz kicking in tomassen's door with a phonebook of evidence
Since Inej's particular situation calls on a separate branch of laws and rulings, especially because of her being a Ravkan national, he's been sending Tomassen inquiries here and there, getting a better understanding of the contract's wording. As well as doing his own research on everything that stemmed into it; housing, indenture, all the various business Heleen Van Houden owned and operated throughout Ketterdam. Each new discovery fueled the already stoked anger in him. By the time he finishes what he considers his preliminary findings, the word document is nearing fifty pages. He saves it, encrypted, prints everything off, and then carefully wipes all trace of his search, the print job, and disconnects from the VPN he'd set up for it.
Just in case.
He manages to send a message at a normal hour, asking if his dad will be free for lunch the next day, relieved when it's an agreement. Nothing is set in stone, not yet, but he intends to get Heleen in some way. After all, Inej seemed resolute in her desire to get her justice–which is rightfully deserved. Tomassen and Sofia had supported and seen him through his own hell; it was karmic balance to help Inej through hers however he could.
So, on a beautiful but brisk Wednesday, fifteen minutes before noon, he's let into Tomassen's office by the receptionist, Maia. She'd looked startled but glad to see him, having gotten familiar with his comings and goings over the years the Rollins case had dragged on. Kaz takes his seat across from his dad, stretching out his bad leg. The paperwork laden leather bag gets set in the chair next to his so he wouldn't have to bend to collect it. ]
For the record, I did text mom back separately about dinner on Friday.