OSWALD sat in his office that fateful morning, staring at the message from his mother.

"Try to see me at the estate this evening. I'm feeling down."

A part of him wanted to ignore it. Under normal circumstances, he would have dismissed it, told her to go see a doctor, or ask her husband for company. But today was different. He didn't know why, but something in him told him to go.

Without responding to the text, he tossed his phone onto the desk and turned his attention back to work.

By mid-morning, David walked in, carrying a thick file and his tablet.

"It is here," he announced, placing the...