(Kieran)
I stood in my kitchen Sunday evening, making coffee.
The house was quiet. Just the way I liked it.
My mansion sat on five acres in Medina, tucked away from the main road. Most people at the hospital had no idea where I lived. I kept it that way on purpose.
Privacy mattered to me. Always had.
The chef had left dinner in the fridge before heading home for the night. The cleaning staff had finished hours ago. Now it was just me and the silence.
I took my coffee to the living room and sat down. Floor to ceiling windows looked out over the lake. The water was dark tonight. No moon.
My phone rang. I looked at the screen. My cousin Callum.
I answered. "Callum."
"Kieran. Hey. You busy?"
"Not really. What's up?"
"I'm actually in the area. Mind if I stop by for a bit?"
I hadn't
