"Good, at sunrise, I will look into the name," Mr Jayson said, leaving the station to his home.

At Sunrise, Scotts Apartment, Mr Scott was on the phone with someone as early as 5 a.m. He was pacing up and down the bedroom carrying an angry expression. 

"What the fuck!" he growled and Mrs Scott jolted out of her sleep upon hearing her husband's loud voice. 

She sat on the bed, her eyes following her husband up and down the room wondering what could put him in such a mood this early ...