Harry's POV

I knew the moment he walked into my office that something had changed.

The investigator did not look nervous like he had the first time we met. He did not fidget or clear his throat. He closed the door behind him carefully, as if the hallway itself could overhear what he was about to say, and then he sat down across from me with a folder tucked under his arm.

A thick folder.

My stomach tightened.

“Mr Prescott,” he said quietly. “Before I say anything, I need to confirm ...