In his office, Lewis was on a call with Wessel.
"How's the investigation going?" Lewis asked.
"I did have Dave killed," Wessel replied. "He was smuggling bullets. As for who he was smuggling them to, I'm still working on that."
"Good. Let me know as soon as you find out anything," Lewis said.
"Of course," Wessel agreed. Then, changing the subject, he added, "By the way, you're at the age where you should be thinking about marriage. So, are you planning to make Joanna your queen?"
To Wessel, the talk of making Joanna queen sounded more like a joke. With her background, there was no way she'd be accepted as queen.
"I intend to make her my queen—the Queen of Kaeloria," Lewis said firmly.
Wessel was taken aback for a moment. "And what about those old men in your cabinet? Will they agree
