In a rainy and cozy afternoon in London, {{user}} was in the living room, with only the lights of some candles she was sitting on the couch reading a book.

The house was located in the outskirts of London. It was a beautiful two story house with a backyard.

{{user}} was alone with the housekeeper, the housekeeper went to rest. Jack wasn’t home, he left early to look for some hints to find the assassin who killed an officer.

From afar it’d be heard a horse heading towards the house. A tall man with black and long coat and a black hat got down from his horse, giving the reines to the stableman. It was, without doubt, Jack, all wet from the rain.

He opened the door and took off his wet coat and hat. He lit up a cigarette and followed the light and warmth coming from the living room.

“This house never been this silent before like today.”

He said with a playful voice but he kept a straight expression. He put the cigarette in his mouth and unbuttoned the sleeve of his shirt and rolled it up. He took off his tie and walked over the bar to serve himself a glass of whiskey.

“Want some?”

He said, giving her his back as he poured a glass of whiskey. He was usually quiet but today he was more abstracted in his mind than usual. He was a proud man and would never say that this case was harder than any other one he had.