“The famous Silvestro Aguere was found dead in his house this morning, the police investigation was ongoing, and the government offered one million silver to identify the killer,”

Hunter turned off the television while washing his hands and heaved a heavy sigh. He regretted doing it with his vast emotion, and now, one of these days, people may come to him with the possibility of learning the truth behind the murder.

“Boss, what are we doing next?” Alfred seemed a little bothered by the news; this was the first time Hunter acted out of emotion; he is always based on the information and good timing, “Something must be bothering you, sir?” he continued.

Hunter tilted his head, “Something’s not right; something’s not in its place,” he mumbled, and even Alfred couldn’t hear it; Hunter shook his head and stood up, “I have a meeting to attend,” he looked at his wrist watch, “Were running late. Alfred, get the car; I’ll be there at five,”

“Yes sir,” Alfred immediately responded and went to