By the time Alexander arrived home, Henry had just driven in as well.
"I called the old man. He said he'll be here shortly," Henry informed him as they walked into the house together.
"Mmm," Alexander replied absentmindedly, his thought occupied by a report he had gotten.
Henry settled into the living room, lazily scrolling through the television channels, while Alexander headed straight to his home office to finish a few things before Barrett arrived.
Not long after, Cassandra came downstairs and joined Henry.
"How long do you think it will take him to crack if I question him?" she asked.
The fact that Ivan still hadn't given a name, even after Alexander and Henry had dealt with him, clearly annoyed her.
Henry leaned back on the couch, thinking it over.
"If he has a high tolerance for disgust, it could take an hour... maybe more," he said. Then he chuckled. "But if his tolerance is low? Fifteen minutes. Tops."
