Somebody shot Fabian.

Time flew by quickly as things evolved on Fabian's side. He doesn't know how, but one morning as he was about to go investigate, he found on the doorstep of his apartment a stack of documents chronicling all of John Keller's fraudulent dealings over the past ten years. It was evidence of corruption in bribes and payments for not-so-legal services. John Keller had to carry out other no less brilliant activities and had bribed the senior police officers of this city (as he already knew) to disguise his misdeeds and to act with complete impunity.

His father, Michaël's grandfather would turn in his grave if he discovered the scum that his son has become.

He was a man, they say, straight and honest, he had built the Keller empire with his own hands, making this name a reference, but a priori his son had not received the same dignified precepts as him.

Fabian shook his head, what drove John Keller despite being born with all these favors to go down the path of crime? Fabian felt stup