The apartment was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Julian sat on the couch, his leg stretched out on a pillow, a stack of papers spread across the coffee table. His laptop was open beside him, the screen filled with spreadsheets and scanned documents and photographs of files he had taken years ago. He had been working for hours, organizing, cross-referencing, building the case.
His knee ached. The physical therapy had helped, but sitting in one position for too long made it stiff. He ignored the pain and kept typing.
Sebastian came in from the kitchen with two mugs of coffee. He set one in front of Julian and sat down beside him.
"You have been at this all day," Sebastian said.
"Almost there."
"Almost where?"
Julian looked up. His eyes were tired but bright. "Almost ready to
