He'd 'dug around' as his boss had asked. Town Hall, his files at home, he'd walked in front of the Ayelle law firm (it was alarmed), and he'd even read through Richard Wilton's file at least five times. And what had he found?

Nothing. Because Mark was too god damn smart, and he knew it.

Great. Doubled with the fact that Mr Yewett had got word of his drinking and he wasn't happy anyway. But when was Mr Yewett ever happy?

"Sean, I've got some great news for you," his boss said with a grin. Oh. Okay. "Thanks for getting here so fast. Especially since you look… tired," he suggested optimistically.

"S'fine. I'm fine."

"Good." They were standing again in the reception, and he'd been called to talk about some break-in that night. But his boss didn't seem interested in that anymore. "Coming in the elevator?"

"What floor is it on?"

"Second."

"I'll walk, thanks."

"I'll join you." They entered the stairwell and their footsteps echoed off the cold walls.

"Sir, why are we going to the second floor?"

"Because of the break-in."

"Can you please say something that makes sense?"

Mr Yewett walked a few more paces in silence before stopping abruptly in front of room 219. "You still want to take Mark down. That makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Of course."

"And now I'll continue saying nonsense." The older man gestured to the door. "He's in there."

"What?"

"He's in that room."

"Wh- he's staying?"

"No. Tied up."

"…You're kidding me."

"You've worked for me for, what, 3 years? Do I joke?"

No. He doesn't. "Shit," Jack whispered, not sure where to look or how to respond.

"You want to know why?"

"Obviously."

"Caught him sneaking around my office. Got my bouncers to hold him down. Listen to me very carefully, Sean. I will forget every little mistake you have made over all your years of service, understand?"

Jack nodded. His mouth was dry.

"You just need to make up for it. You gotta find proof that this guy is a murderer."

Again, he nodded. "Yeah. I can do that."

"Seven hundred."

"Dollars?!"

"Yes."

"Shiiiitttt." That's a hell of a lot of money… "I'm sorry, I have to - I have to see this. For myself."

"Helen's got the key. I'm going to give it to you, though. Who could guard it better?" he laughed. "You can go in tomorrow."

Tomorrow can't come fast enough.