"I think I saw a mention of an item that led your guys to this auction?" Miles latched onto Sal's line of questions, flipping through pages to find the section he remembered. He tapped it. "Looks like this Brandon Akers, dealer out of Savannah, reported some items stolen earlier this year. They went completely off the grid until two weeks ago, when there was some suspicious WizPix activity."
They'd had their fair share of cases that the wizarding social network had both aided and hindered. He couldn't help the sideways glance at Sal, though it was as brief as possible. She was the expert in digging up those so-called paper trails, usually with the aid of one Alistair Sterling.
"What's the goal here?" he asked, after another moment of reading through that section to refresh his memory. "Seems there are a lot of factors. Returning stolen property. Confiscating dangerous dark magical items. Is this the end game for shutting down this distribution ring, or do you think it goes farther? Deeper? Do we take down Poroshenko here and now, or go in a little quieter and let him lead us back to the core of the operation?" He wasn't steeped enough in the details to know which way this might go, but he wanted to make sure it was clear before they started forming any plans.