After coaxing Sweet Kitty to sleep, Yukon Carbon returned to the balcony, flipping through the thick stack of papers in front of him.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window lay the bustling city, and from time to time he would stop what he was doing to glance downstairs.
His gaze was always calm and indifferent, only when he thought of Jasmine Yale did waves of emotion undulate within him.
...
On Christmas Eve, the snow was falling heavily, leaving a thick layer on the sides of the road.
The car was difficult to drive.
The usual half-hour drive took almost an hour today.
Yukon's Mercedes stopped outside the police station.
The weather was very cold today; he wrapped a thick black scarf around his neck and wore a long grey wool coat, with both hands tucked in its pockets as he looked up at the towering police station.
It happened to be his first time in such a place.
