“The press outside the manor has been waiting for three days,” Frade said, looking out through the window. “Do you want me to have them removed?”

“It's unnecessary.”

I saw a lot of reporters sitting on the side of the road outside the manor with cameras around their necks. They stared expectantly at the gate. As soon as someone or a car came out, they would rush in.

“Send some food and water to them,” I told Frade. “They may have to wait another two days.”

“Are you going to talk to those people?” Frade looks at me in confusion.

“Why not?” I said. “People always want to know the...