Failing to make Olivia confess where she has hidden the real documents, John walked out of the building with sweat beading off his forehead.

He pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket and

dapped it on his forehead as he scanned his eyes around looking for his wife.

He spotted her sitting a stone under a tree with hands palmed on her face.

"You good?" He asked while approaching her.

"Has she said where she hid them?" She asked instead while raising to her feet.

"Nay." John shaked his head and watched as the hope brewing in his wife's eyes brewed away. He sighed and then sat on the smaller...