In the dark office with only one tall lamp, as its light source, Andrew sat behind his aged Oakwood desk, under the cloud of smoke around him, born out of the half-burned cigar in the ashtray. His thick rectangular glasses reflected the light emanating from his computer screen, he had been staring at it for a while with his wrinkled eyes narrowed and lips holding a sly smirk.
“It really is you….” he said to the computer screen that displayed an old article ‘The millionaire, Richard R. Kirk’s mysterious death: young widow found innocent’.
He picked up a picture from his desk that had captured Mary smiling next to Theo, it was one of the stills from the police dashcam footage. Positioning next to the computer screen he gave a sigh, “Should have lived quietly after killing him… You brought
