Even though Hiram pursued every conceivable lead without letting anything slip by, and despite involving countless people who died of pestilence, which left the colonial officials complaining bitterly, he found no valuable evidence.
The killer seemed to have sprung from the stone, with no social ties, committing a crime of passion without any warning, then disappearing without a trace.
He even purposely held a few gatherings for Brittania officers, attempting to lure the culprit into a trap, but the adversary did not bite.
Stroking the stubble on his chin, Hiram sighed deeply, but his heart was calm.
Because he knew that, as a chosen one, as long as he ardently desired something, the heavens would naturally grant him revelation.
Perhaps it would be some insignificant clue...
Or maybe a sudden hunch...
With patient prayers, the divine revelation would eventually arrive at the right time!