It was a quiet morning in the garden. With Lyra and Monica away at the tea party, Albert finally had a moment to talk about the case.
He puffed on his pipe and asked, "How is the investigation going?"
Rowan, resting against the wrought-iron chair, straightened when his father brought up the topic.
"Going well... I handed it to Martin. He's still working on it. I'll let you know when he finds something."
Hearing Martin's name, a knot formed in Albert's chest.
"Is he capable? Last time, an investigator quit after receiving multiple death threats. I can't believe he is expected to shoulder something so heavy at such a young age."
"Capable or not, he needs to," Rowan answered nonchalantly. His expression stayed relaxed, as if the mention of death threats didn't bother him at all.
Albert was puzzled. "What do you mean he needs to? At first, when Rose showed up, I remember how eager you were to clean up the whole mess.
