"Well, have a seat." Mr. Steele said, sitting himself and propping his feet on his already overloaded desk. Mr. Wolfe sat and glanced at Rach and Chris. "Oh, those are my assistants. Chris(chris nodded) and Rach(rach smiled). We work together on these cases. Anyway tell us your problem." Mr. Steele said shaking a lock of black hair off his forehead.