Around 12:44 p.m., I found myself reclining on my bed, seeking a brief respite after a particularly exhausting day at Scotland Yard. My eyes were just beginning to open, and I was gradually rousing from my well-deserved rest. The lingering fatigue from my investigative work had not yet left me. However, the serenity of that moment was punctuated by the sound that warmed my heart like no other—the familiar, joyful laughter and merry chuckles of my wife and young son.