Dinner time came and my room service arrived. Maria and I were still watching the TV because we were waiting for newsflash regarding the incident in the speedway. I checked the time on my phone while Maria cleaned up the table. It showed fifteen minutes past eight and I had not received any phone calls from Bram or Mama Credence. I did not want to call them because I did not want to cause a delay on whatever they were doing.

"Sir Bram and Madam are on their way here, ma'am," Maria told me. Then she placed the food tray near the door.

"Did Jonas call?" I asked as I...