The following morning began quietly.
Snow continued falling beyond the mansion's towering glass walls, covering the cliffs overlooking Lake Michigan in a fresh blanket of white. The blizzard had become the dominant story throughout the entire state. Roads were closed. Flights were grounded. Government buildings operated with skeleton crews.
Meanwhile, Damian sat comfortably in his home office reviewing case files related to Victor Hale. Just because the case had been postponed until the New Year did not mean he should neglect his preparations.
The cigar between his fingers burned steadily as purple smoke drifted lazily through the room. Loth stood nearby organizing documents while Rin slept atop a bookshelf with all seven tails hanging over the edge.
Everything appeared calm until it wasn't.
Bam!
A thick folder landed on Damian's desk.
Loth's expression carried unusual concern.
"A judicial ethics complaint was filed this morning."
