Welt leaned against the smooth wooden desk behind him. A troubled expression was on his face. Distant eyes stared at the floor, lost in thought.

The strong sunset light shone through the intricately-framed window, casting a flattering glow over Welt’s angular side profile.

“Something about this case is wrong,” he whispered. You were alone with him. “I don’t know what it is, but these two clues don’t line up.”