Bab 827: The Enemies

"These are the latest pictures of Dr. Frost, sir."

The older man looked up from his thick, well-worn file. Slowly closing it with a soft thud, he pushed it aside and reached for the photographs handed to him. His eyes scanned each image of Caius Frost, a slow, satisfied smile creeping across his face. Perfect. He'd finally tracked down the elusive Dr. Caius Frost. And as his gaze lingered on one particular picture, a second thought crossed his mind—a possible vulnerability. Even better.

It was true; blessings often came in pairs.

"Tell me," he murmured, tilting his head toward the man standing nearby, "do you know who she is?"

The man cleared his throat, nodding. "She's listed as the caretaker of the estate where he's staying. Away from… well, away from everyone else." He spoke in a serious tone, but the older man leaned back, his interest piqued.