The door clicked open, and Bryan stepped in with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, Madam."

 Zack messaged his temple, feeling a bit irritated for disrupting the moment. He gestured, allowing him in. "Did the detective call? Is that why you returned?"

 "Yes." Bryan replied. 

 Ivy had settled on one of the plush sofas; her initial fervor was gradually giving way to a sense of tranquility but it swung when she observed the look on Bryan's face. She could only hope whatever news he got from the detective would be good.

 The two men sank into the sofa, Zack sitting beside, while Bryan sat opposite them.

 Zack's...