30: Grieving Son

"I'm simply a mourning son searching for the culprit behind this atrocious act," I heard the sarcasm dripping from Victor's voice.

There was a pause before the officer cleared his throat. "I appreciate that, and I'll make a note of it in my report. I'll reach out to my contacts and see if I can gather any information. If you remember anything, please inform me."

"Oh, I definitely will," Victor replied with a hint of bitterness.

I heard footsteps receding, and I swiftly entered the room, closing the door quietly. It took at least ten minutes before Victor joined me, his demeanor appearing more worn and troubled than before.

"Is everything alright?" I asked, concern lacing my voice.

"Maybe. Let's continue where we left off," he responded, waiting for me as we descended the stairs. His mood had shifted once again, now solely focused on business.

Fatigue was setting in. I wasn't prepared for more questions that I couldn't answer.

He refilled our wine glasses, taking several sips bef