The sterile, fluorescent-lit corridor of the police station seemed to reject any form of human emotion, reducing everything to paperwork and procedure. The case was closed. The loose end named Ceci had been snipped, violently and permanently.

"The company has matters to attend to," Michael stated, his voice cutting through the heavy silence that had fallen between them. It was not a suggestion, but a decree. "Now that your uncle's affairs are concluded, it's best not to delay your work any ...