The Real Culprit

I drove through the gates of Clara and Colin's mansion. When I got to driveway, I switched off the ignition and got out. Clara was already at the front stairs waiting for me.

“Roman. I did not know that you were in Chicago.” She said in surprise when I got closer to her.

I couldn’t manage a greeting. The pleasantries had been scraped out of me somewhere between the station and their house. "Yes,