These many years, and his business has never seen a decline?
Christopher Robinson watched as Old Mr. Jones' face grew increasingly ugly. The man drinking from his cup seemed to be enjoying a simple brew as if it was a vintage wine from 1982.
"Send Old Mr. Jones out."
Robinson glanced at the clock. It was half past nine -- usually, if Amelia Cobb had nothing to do, she'd be in bed reading by this time.
This man wasn't worth wasting his time on.
"Since President Robinson is so confident, I'll have to ask if whether everything about Zachary Jones was done by Mrs. Robinson."
Christopher Robinson didn't respond to Old Master Jones, he merely looked at Isaac Fenton, who handed him a USB stick.
"Old Mr. Jones, the police will give you the answer. You're excused."
That evening, Old Mr. Cobb returned home.
Sophia Taylor was in the living room and he asked her about the recent developments regarding Zachary Jones.
Sophia answered each question, showing no hint of anything amiss.
