The man's name was Marshall Shaw, and he was the Chief Captain of the Criminal Investigation Division at the MAB Kingsford Central Bureau.
He had a round, cheerful face that was quite likable. Judging by his appearance, no one would ever guess he was the very same Chief Captain who struck fear into the hearts of Veridia's criminals.
But right now, his back was already soaked with sweat.
'If I'd known the great Sunstone was here, you could have beaten me to death and I still wouldn't have dared to come and disturb them this late.'
'That Kevin Whitlock is going to be the death of me.'
Flora Guthrie looked at him and pointed to the sofa. "Go on, ask."
Marshall Shaw wiped his forehead, walked over to the sofa, and sat down primly, pulling a small notebook from his coat.
He feigned courage and began asking questions, but he had already heard all the answers from Young Lord Morgan.
Just as he was resigning himself to failure and preparing to leave, the doorbell rang.
