Simon Adler came to his senses and couldn't help but chuckle. "There's no one else here. Are you being a little too serious?"
"I'm reminding you."
"Don't involve Mia Grant."
"Whether others live or die has nothing to do with her."
Simon Adler smiled and nodded. "Alright."
"But, since we're on the topic, I'm also very curious."
"When she had her accident, what were you thinking? Did you ever consider ending up like Felix Sinclair?"
Silas Grant kept his head down, signing documents as if he hadn't heard the question.
Getting nowhere, Simon Adler sat for another moment before getting up to leave.
"Give it to me. I have to make a trip to Rhodes's place anyway, so I'll take it over."
He took the file from Silas Grant's hand and had just stood up when he heard the man across from him speak. "If there are grave goods, there are heirlooms."
"If there's an executioner, there's a cleaner."
"If someone sets the trap, someone has to sell the lie."
