In the evening, Viola drove back to Viorin.
Ormand was not in the National Bureau of Investigation. It seemed that he had returned to the Hobson's place. She did not want to trouble him to pick her up.
In the garden, Viola saw only the study room was still lit.
She went straight to the study room.
The door of the study room was not closed. Ormand was sitting behind his desk. He was looking somewhere, but his eyes were unfocused. He was obviously lost in thought.
His face was grim as if something had happened.
Viola was puzzled. She silently walked into the study and walked behind his chair.
Ormand was so focused that he did not even notice her.
"Honey, what's wrong? Did something happen?"
Viola gently pinched his broad shoulders with her slender fingers and gently massaged his shoulders and neck.
Hearing her familiar voice and being touched by her fingers, Ormand came back to his senses.