Michael leaned back against his chair and closed his eyes.

“You’re really sure about this?” he said quietly.

Grady, who was standing next to his desk, nodded even though he knew that Michael couldn’t see him do so at the moment. “I am quite sure, Mr. McGregor,” he said. “As you know, my information gathering is always precise.”

There was a ghost of a smile on Michael’s lips. “You’re right. You’ve always been reliable when it comes to digging up information about something.”

“But of course, I understand why you have a hard time believing it,” Grady said solemnly. “However, I thought it best to inform you nevertheless. I felt...