James walked into the house with the investigation report in hand.
Seeing him come in, Grace rushed over with a bright smile.
"James, you're back! I already made dinner. Come eat while it's still hot!" she chirped.
James didn't even spare her a glance. He went straight into the living room and set his things down on the couch. Then he pulled a small scent stick from his pocket and placed it coldly on the coffee table.
"Grace, care to explain what this is?" His voice was icy.
Grace's eyes locked onto the object, her face instantly drained of color. How did he get that? Did he find it by accident… or had he already figured out what it was?
"James… what are you talking about? Isn't that just some incense? It looks gross, I'll toss it out!" she said, trying to stay calm as
