When the knock sounded on his door, Malachi had already been expecting his visitor.

“Andre,” he welcomed his visitor. “Have a seat.”

There was something wrong with the other man, that much, he was sure about, but what the problem was, he wasn’t aware yet. Andre looked unusually calm and his stance was rigid, robotic almost.

Malachi debated on what he should ask the other man; thought it better to let him talk first. Malachi wasn’t a man to get easily intimidated or worried, but he had a feeling that Andre was lying about a lot of things. He was far older than what he had told and stronger too....