Chapter 228

• ETHAN
• I was halfway through a glass of red wine, seated at the far end of the dining table in our family estate, when I chuckled to myself. My parents sat at their usual spots, dressed like royalty as always. The long mahogany table was bare except for the wine decanter and our empty plates, but lunch was on its way. I tilted my head slightly and looked at Charles, my father, who had been reading the day's paper as if something important could still surprise him.
• "By now, the police should be at Rowen's door," I said, breaking the silence.