I glide down the staircase, my heels clicking against the wood.

My eyes settle on the two men sitting opposite Josh as I step into the drawing room.

One wears a stiff clerical collar over his lean frame, his head completely shaved. The other is tall with long dark hair falling along his face. His tailored coat makes him look every inch the academic.

So these are Jonathan’s sons.

I study them for a moment before taking my seat on the leather sofa.

Josh remains rigid in his chair, his briefcase resting across his knees like a shield.

I snap my fingers once.

Right on cue, Melissa enters with a...