An hour later, the gray Cullinan slowly drove into the Sanders Manor. Ocelotte opened the car door, his tall frame of six-foot-two passing through the foyer and into the living room.

Although it was already the middle of the night, the Sanders Manor was still brightly lit. Noah was waiting for his youngest son to return late.

Hearing the noise, Noah put down the chess pieces in his hands. He looked up and smiled at Ocelotte, who looked heartbroken. "Out prowling in the middle of the night?