"Cigarettes?"
Gustav furrowed his brows as he read a message from Lukas. It was short, but clear.
Lucian wasn't terminally ill. He had been poisoned — and the poison was possibly in his cigarettes. Cigarettes Lucian had quit a long time ago.
"Hah," Gustav scoffed and pushed himself out of his chair.
He marched straight from his office to Lukas's department. The moment he opened the door, everyone was busy. Lukas was leaning against one of the cubicle partitions, eyes fixed on an employee's screen.
"Pull that person in, no matter what," Lukas ordered, then looked up and caught Gustav in the doorway.
A sharp exhale left him. He glanced around the room. "Find out everything about the brand of cigarettes — who handled it and where it passed through before it reached the Master's hands."
"Yes, sir!" the room answered in unison.
Gustav tilted his head, watching Lukas move toward him.
"That was quick," he noted.
"Is that surprising?" Lukas arched a brow.
