Robert stood in his dark apartment looking out of the window. He had full view of the lawn and could see the entrance gate to the park in the distance, it's dark heavy metal gate reflecting in the moonlight.

They took their sweet time.

He scowled when he finally saw one lonely policeman let into the gate by the groundskeeper, waited impatiently as he approached the house by foot, and turned away from the window only when he knew the constable had reached the door. He lazily made his way down the wide corridor.

"What's the meaning of this?" his voice cut sharply across the entrance hall as he made his way down the marble stairs, buttoning up his cuffs, then tightening his tie. "Calling on us at this hour?" He reached the bottom of the stairs and walked over, eying the policeman with suspicion. "We've answered all your questions, sir, and have worked along with the investigation in every way you desired. Must you even disturb a grieving family late at night?" He stopped in front of Albert and looked at him haughtily. He ignored the butler.