It was midnight when Norman got important news from one of their hired investigators. He gently knocked on Stefan's library door, his boss permitted him to enter immediately.

"What's so urgent at this hour Norman? I have asked you to rest. We will leave early tomorrow morning."

"Sir, Robert Dickson is dead."

Stefan's grip on the pen tightened as he processed Norman's words. The soft glow of the desk lamp cast deep shadows on his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the tension that now resided there. His heart pounded in his chest out of frustration and anger.

Before Stefan could decide to drop the case against...