The night was quiet, with a cold autumn breeze blowing against the skin of everyone outside. Anyone who was out and about had to wear warm clothes or wool sweaters to keep warm.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Aaron and James were conspiring together, gathered near the Barollo restaurant. The place where the Miller family was having dinner.

Behind the walls of an old building, among the large trees, stood four figures. Shania stood proudly, the beautiful woman observing James.

James nodded ...