Thomas Valerius's words inexplicably stirred a deep-seated impulse within Liam Valerius. For a moment, he almost thought Thomas knew something.
'Ridiculous. What could Thomas, that homebound invalid, possibly know.'
Liam Valerius gave a perfunctory nod. "Go back to your room. Don't catch a cold."
Inside the room, Thomas Valerius's wheelchair was parked by the window, which offered a perfect view of Liam Valerius, who was still sitting in the back garden.
An audio player sat on a low table to the side. Thomas lightly pressed a switch, and the conversation between Liam and Joanna Jacobs on the viewing deck began to play.
Steven Miller walked over. "Sir, when you had me plant a satellite bug in Liam Valerius's watch, you couldn't have expected to hear a conversation like this, could you?"
