Hans POV:
Monday morning I was back in the office working on my desk as I went through the paper works of Ethan Mathews. Just as Sam had told me, I was working to close it. The threatening letter made no sense, no witnesses, no CCTV footage, no evidence.
It’s like steal the diamond in a broad day light and yet, pretending that it never happened. A man was killed and nobody came forward to testify the truth. I thought the people favored the rich but I guess, Ethan Mathews was the unlucky one to be abandoned by his wife and everyone in his death.
“Poor guy” I sighed as I shut the file on the desk and put it aside to return it to DC.
“Well, not as poor as you” said Kate as she walked into my cabin with a couple more files.
“yeah? And what makes you think that?” I asked as I watched her
