The photograph lay on the desk in front of Clara.
It was an old picture of Edward Delevon standing beside a man she had never seen before. Both men were dressed formally, and behind them stood the entrance of what appeared to be an old private estate.
Clara picked it up.
"Who is he?"
Arthur examined the photograph.
"That's what we're going to find out."
Aaron, who had arrived at Arthur's office early that morning, placed a magnifying glass beside the picture.
"I've already checked the photograph's date. It was taken approximately fifteen years ago."
"Fifteen years?" Clara repeated.
"Yes. And there's something written on the back."
He turned the photograph over.
Three words had been written in faded ink.
The original agreement.
Clara frowned.
"What agreement?"
"That's the problem. I haven't found any official record of it."
Arthur leaned against the desk.
"Could it be connected to Project Phoenix?"
