The sunrise was a thin salmon-colored ribbon across the horizon as the morning darkness begrudgingly began to pull back its veil. The cacophony of chattering birds in busied and frenzied flights that heralded the beginning of a new day went unnoticed by Matt and Bill who crossed the parking lot. It would still be a good hour before the morning shift arrived. 

On route from the office to the parking lot, Matt discussed with Bill his rationale behind the urgency to return to Sir Reginald’s...