As for the so-called "God of the Night," he was nothing more than an underworld legend. No one knew his real name, age, identity, or appearance.
This whole affair was growing more and more complex, even becoming entangled with matters he had been investigating for the past five years.
Regardless, he would not let his girl get dragged into this mess.
After deleting the only useful clue, Henry Lester handed the laptop to Yara Quillan. Yara looked over the data on the screen, her brow furrowed. She scanned through all of it, but found nothing useful.
Sensing Yara Quillan's dissatisfaction, Henry Lester took the laptop back and gently smoothed her furrowed brow. "One step at a time," he said softly.
Yara Quillan sighed softly. 'If this is all Henry Lester could find, will the investigation I tasked the organization with yield any useful clues?'
