“Doctor Kent Lockheart are you here, there has been another murder.” The voice behind the door calls out again, the tired voice was familiar to Lockheart he opens the door to see an older gentleman wearing a weather beaten coat his eye’s sunken, thin gray hair slicked to the side of his head, looking behind him a deep blue carriage drawn by a dappled horse waits patiently in the street.
“Thank goodness you are here Lockheart your father has requested you at the crime scene.” The old man speaks with urgency in his voice.
“I see Monty, we will depart shortly, but why the urgency surly he could have sent a letter?” Lockheart asks perplexed why his father would send his own personal driver to pick him up instead of a letter like the norm.
“Well your father, Sir Richard Lockheart has decided
