The orange sun from the window cast uneven shadows across the mess on Xavier's desk. Files were scattered like fallen leaves...some half-open, others with sticky notes jutting out at odd angles. His laptop sat to one side, its screen aglow with dozens of open tabs.
Xavier leaned forward, his elbows on the desk, one hand rubbing his temple while the other scrolled down a page. He was deep into another search thread on Evan's background. It wasn't easy...the man's online presence was surprisingly clean for someone whose wealth and connections ran so deep, besides the murder case that was hidden.
"Nothing... absolutely nothing sticks to you, huh?" Xavier muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing.
He needed more evidence, a strong one at that.
He clicked into a blog post from an old city
