It was late at night. The house was quiet, except for the occasional ticking of the antique clock in Mason's study.
He sat alone, a glass of untouched scotch on the table beside him, his eyes fixed on the phone screen.
'I just need to get a lead to who is behind the whole mess and then I will know what my next move would be.' Mason thought.
When the phone finally buzzed with the awaited call, he answered it in less than a second.
"Hello, what do you have for me?" Mason asked, his voice low but laced with urgency.
"We ran the fingerprint test on the documents," the private investigator said. "And we found out who the intruder is. He's not just anyone, sir. He has a file."
Mason straightened in his seat. "Go on, I'm listening."
"His name is Sergio Canales. From Spain. Convicted for rape and illegal possession of weapons. Served time and was released late last year. Since then, he's been laying low. Until now."
