Nicholas’s POV

The report arrived at seven in the morning.

It was a plain black folder that was slid under the entrance door, the way I had arranged with the PI three weeks ago.

Harris collected it before the staff were up and brought it to my study without opening it.

He set it on my desk and left without saying anything.

I sat there and looked at it for a moment.

Three weeks I had been waiting for this, weeks of feeding Vivian warmth at breakfast and patience at dinner.

The PI ...