A week later, on a chilly and rainy night, with gentle rain tapping against the window, Irwin sat in his home office, as Robert stood nearby, diligently making his reports.
"Sir? Do you want to return home with Mrs Kent?" Robert inquired, his tone cautious.
"Should I return home without my wife?" Irwin replied, his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"No, sir. I'm sorry for stating the obvious. Do you want me to book the tickets now?" Robert asked, a bit flustered.
"No, I won't be flying commercial," Irwin said, extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray with a deliberate motion. "I'll let you know when I'm ready, and Charles..." He sighed, leaning back and fixing his gaze on Robert.
"I think you should go after him. Even though the police cleared your name, Charles needs to be found."
