"What do you think, Lucian?" The viscount demanded, his deep fixed on the report on the table. He had been silent while Lucian presented his findings.
"I don't know what to think, my lord!"
Lucian bowed, keeping his suspicions to himself.
"Hmm." The viscount stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"Take over the investigation and report back only with tangible results. Spare me the details of your plans." The constant tapping sounds of his finger on the table stopped suddenly.
"Yes, my lord," Lucian replied, bowing respectfully.
Walking out of the room, he pulled out a rather old phone from the pocket of his overcoat and typed somethings into it before burning it to ciders and throwing the ashes into a bin when he got out.
Lucian kept his face neutral, though unease stirred within him. There was more to this case than he had revealed, but he couldn't voice out his suspicions – not yet, he wasn't sure enough.
