Chapter 31
- Mr. Wendell Carter’s study room was bathed in the soft, muted glow of a single lamp. Smoke rose lazily from the pipe clenched between his teeth, curling into the air as he read through a stack of papers spread across his oak desk. His sharp eyes moved behind gold-rimmed glasses, every line of his face stern yet composed.
- A knock echoed against the heavy wooden door.
- “Come in,” Wendell said in his cold, measured tone.