***Evidence**

Daniel sat in his office. Darkness outside. Darkness inside. Matching. Fitting. Perfect.

The knock came at seven pm. Expected. Anticipated. Dreaded.

"Come in."

The door opened. Michael Torres. Private investigator. Expensive. Thorough. Ruthless.

He carried a manila envelope. Thick. Heavy. Full.

"Mr. Harrison." Michael closed the door. Locked it. "I have the surveillance you ...