"Cáel Nyilas," I answered sadly.
"Mr. Nyilas, this is Investigator Brewster of the Burnham Police Department. I need a few moments of your time," a man's voice requested. I hesitated. I looked at my watch.
"Yes...Dad?" I finally spoke.
"Mr. Nyilas, your father seems to have been murdered late this evening in a bungled attempted burglary," he lied. It was a good lie.
If he really believed a bungled robbery consisted of two heavily armed groups shooting a small residential home to pieces he was...nah, he was lying.
"I'm on the next flight to Chicago," was the response I chose. I had so many 'loser' replies to choose from.
"That would be helpful, Mr. Nyilas," he told me. "Do you know when I can expect you?"
"Ah...I have no idea when the next plane from New York to Chicago is, but if I
