Chapter 3
“Mike, there’s nothing new I can find inside this penthouse,” Terrence informed Mike after they looked inside all the rooms in the penthouse.
“Same here, but it’s not a total bust. At least we got to see the crime scene,” Mike remarked dryly. His assistant chuckled, but remained silent otherwise. “Let’s go home. We’ve been here for more than an hour.”
“Cool, I’ll drive you home.”
Mike reached home when it was almost half-past six in the evening. He saw both company cars already parked in the garage. Timothy must be home then. The two men had taken only one car, the black SUV the organization had provided for Mike, to the office. Tim had been given a white SUV for his personal use.
“Babe, I’m home.”
“In the kitchen. Lasagna okay?” Tim’s voice was slightly muffled as the oven
