Crimson Regret

Kaelen walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, slightly parted the curtain, and looked at the lit-up street lights and floor lights around the manor.

"Speak," he ordered.

"The man works in a nightclub. Last night, someone offered him 60,000 dollars to go to the cemetery to push a man in a wheelchair down. He was fully disguised so his face was barely discernible. The nightclub was dim and chaotic.