It was already around seven-thirty in the evening when I heard the door open. I immediately turned toward the hallway from the kitchen. Even before I saw who had entered, I already knew it was Terrence.

A smile spread across my face when he appeared in the hallway. The exhaustion from spending the entire day handling the case was evident in his expression.

His hair was slightly disheveled, his necktie—which had been perfectly arranged earlier—was now loosened, and he carried his leather ...