Marcus walked into Grandpa Grey's study with brisk steps. He was summoned by his grandfather a few minutes ago.

Entering the room, he met Grandpa Grey sitting in the study, waiting for him, a frown on his face.

"Good afternoon, Grandfather."

"Have your seat," Grandpa Grey said, pointing to the seat opposite his own.

Marcus sat on the seat and looked at him.

"I heard what happened. Did you ensure he had said nothing to Dylan before you had him killed?" Grandpa Grey asked.

"Yes, I did. My man was quick and he managed to find the files and recording before Dylan and his FBI friend arrived."

"Good, if they...