Let's call it a day.

He walked slowly, as a man in deep thought. He could not hide the stress on his face. Edward had his mind keen on trying to find the connection between all the events that were happening in Brighton. He nearly noticed that had no clue he had already arrived. He looked through some paperwork with a half hearted spirit and his mind still trying to put the piece together.

Eventually Frank let himself in and am to him with the contacts he asked for. He then took a pen a jotted down a letter on a piece of paper. He wrote it quite quickly but neatly. He placed the paper in an envelope and asked Frank to personally deliver it to the bank manager of Brighton bank. "Do not under any circumstances whatsoever look into it. Is that clear?" He says with a look of great seriousness as he hands it to Frank.

Frank a bit disturbed by Edward's seriousness doesn't bother ask any questions and closes the door behind him as he takes his leave. Edward now sits alone in his office for a few seconds only motionless. Perhaps contemplating what he wrote in the letter. Or perhaps concerned as to whether Frank would open it. Edward gets past his worries and checks if anyone is nearby before he makes a call to the contacts he asked for from Switzerland.

As soon as he got off the phone, his mind is filled with worry and anxiety. He looks troubled in his thoughts and yet he brushes that aside and looks through a few other documents before he eventually gets tired.

He decides to retire and sees it fit to say his goodbyes to the chief.