Ryder walked into the Seattle office of Hendrix Attorney at Law and took a step back. His father sat at his desk, tapping the end of a pen in a smooth rhythm. Ryder closed the door behind him and stood with his hands folded in front of his waist. His father wanted something, but what could it be? He traced his mind, trying to figure out if he had left anything undone, but nothing stuck out. “Hello, sir.”

His father leaned back in the chair and put his hands behind his head. “Do you know who Greg McCannon is?”

“He’s a reporter covering the case.”

“What else do you know...