CARLSON hung up the phone, a broad smile spreading across his face. Relief washed over him, dispelling the anxiety that had gripped him since the previous day. He had feared that his meticulously crafted plans were unraveling, but the conversation had put his mind at ease.

"Thank goodness I called again," he murmured to himself, the thought buoying his spirits. Now, everything was back on track. He was finally going to obtain the documents, the almighty documents, and the anticipation of victory surged through him. Oswald was still in the dark, perhaps unaware that the poison hadn't fully taken effect yet. The thrill of outsmarting this rival of his invigorated...