His pride. We're going to leave it enormously injured—even if he manages to come to terms that some Barrel scum got one over on him, it's going to leave him reeling.

[ That will buy them time in the immediate aftermath. But more importantly: ]

Besides, he might have heard our names but merchers can't tell the difference between a Dime Lion or a crow. He'll be floundering about trying to sniff the information out.

[ Kaz's name has certainly stuck out, but if this goes off like how he has planned, Van Eck won't have anything to go on aside from his speculation. And speculation doesn't hold in the court or with the law enforcement. ]

That's why it's just us. We hold onto it in the immediate aftermath, until the fire goes out. Then I'll fence it when he isn't looking with scrutiny.