Sir Robert Collins stared at the photograph in his hand for a long, silent moment. His sharp eyes, though aged, didn't miss a single detail of the child's face—every shadow, every feature. Then, without a word, he handed the photo over to the private investigator standing before him.
"Find this child," he said in a low voice, "I want to know everything—where he was born, who his parents are, what school he goes to, who's raising him. Every last detail. Do you understand me?"
The investigator gave a brief nod, took a look at the picture expressionlessly, before quietly exiting the study. As the heavy door clicked shut behind him, Spencer turned from the window where he'd been watching the grey clouds roll in.
