MasukAndrew Kingston had read Marcus's latest report three times, and each reading left him more dissatisfied than the last. He placed the papers on his desk and leaned back in his chair. For weeks, Marcus had assured him that the situation remained under control. Yet the old properties were suddenly receiving enquiries from investigators, former business records had become relevant to an active prosecution, and Claire Bennett appeared to be gathering information faster than he could account for.He picked up his phone and called Marcus."Good morning, sir," Marcus answered."How much progress have you made with Victor?""He's still cooperating with the prosecution. I haven't observed anything beyond what I reported yesterday.""And Evelyn?""Her position appears unchanged."Andrew tapped his finger against the desk."You're certain there's nothing else?""Nothing I can confirm, sir."Andrew's eyes narrowed slightly."That is becoming a familiar answer."There was a pause."Would you like
Claire Bennett was reviewing the latest evidence summary when her phone rang. She glanced at the unfamiliar number before answering. "Claire Bennett speaking." "Good afternoon, Ms Bennett. My name is Robert Ellis. I'm the manager of the commercial property on Westbrook Avenue. I believe your office left instructions that we should report any enquiries concerning the former tenants connected to the Kingston investigation." Claire straightened in her chair. "Yes. Has someone made an enquiry?" "Mr Andrew Kingston came here yesterday. He asked about a company that occupied one of our offices several years ago. He wanted to know whether its old business records had been removed and whether anyone had recently requested information about them." Claire reached for a pen. "Did he identify himself?" "He did. He also seemed particularly interested in where the former company's records had been transferred." "Did you give him any information?" "Only what was already available to us. I
The evidence had finally begun to tell a complete story. Alexander stood at the head of the conference table, studying the documents spread before him. Nathan sat opposite him with a laptop open, while Claire Bennett reviewed a separate file containing the prosecution's latest findings.For weeks, the investigation had moved through fragments: missing records, suspicious transfers, old signatures, and names that appeared in places they shouldn't have. Now those fragments were being brought together.Victor had submitted his evidence. Evelyn had followed with her own records and a formal statement. Neither submission had been treated as proof of Andrew's guilt on its own. Claire's team had spent the intervening days examining the material, comparing it with independently recovered records, and establishing which parts could be supported by witnesses and verifiable documents.The case was no longer built on suspicion alone."Let's go through it again," Alexander said.Nathan turned his
Andrew left the house shortly after eight. He hadn't slept well the previous night. He had spent much of the night reviewing names, addresses, and old business connections, trying to determine where Victor might have kept records that had never passed through Kingston Group’s official archive. Marcus had given him nothing new, but that did not mean there was nothing to find.His first stop was the former office of one of the companies used during the old restructuring arrangements. The business had been dissolved years ago, its operations absorbed by another firm, but Andrew remembered the building and the people who had handled its accounts.The address had barely changed. The company sign was gone, replaced by the name of a property management firm. Inside, the reception area had been renovated, and the woman behind the desk looked at him with polite uncertainty when he asked about the former tenant."That company hasn't operated here in years," she explained. "Most of its old recor
Andrew tossed beneath the sheets, his breathing uneven as his fingers tightened around the fabric. In his dream, he was standing inside a courtroom. The room was crowded, but he couldn't make out the faces. At the far end, a judge sat behind an elevated bench while several documents lay spread across the table before him. Andrew tried to move closer, but his feet seemed unwilling to obey.A voice came from somewhere behind him."Your name is in the records."He turned sharply.Another voice followed."Victor has already told us everything."Andrew looked towards the table. One of the documents had been opened, and although he couldn't read the words, he recognized the signature at the bottom. It was his own. He tried to reach for it, but the papers were pulled away before he could touch them. The courtroom doors opened, and several people turned towards him.Then he heard his name again."Andrew Kingston."He woke with a sharp intake of breath.For a moment, he remained motionless, st
Alexander had been thinking about Marcus’s reports for most of the morning. Marcus had been instructed to give information Andrew would expect to hear, but Alexander was beginning to wonder what happened when a man like Andrew heard it too often.“Have Marcus send us every report he has given Andrew since this arrangement began,” Alexander said.Nathan looked up from the tablet in his hands. “Every report?”“All of them. I want to see exactly what Andrew has been told, not what Marcus has told us.”Nathan understood the distinction. He took out his phone and sent Marcus a brief message requesting copies of the reports. Marcus responded within minutes.Nathan opened the files on his computer, and Alexander moved closer to examine the screen. There were several reports, each dated and arranged in a clear sequence. They covered Victor’s behavior at the correctional facility, his meetings with legal representatives, and the absence of any obvious attempt to contact people outside the inst







