At eight in the evening, the black Rolls-Royce slowly made its way to Starry River Villa.

Mike heard movements and came out of the villa.

"Elliot, it's late. What are you doing here?" said Mike coldly. "Didn't you say you'll come by in the afternoon? It's already dark. Does your afternoon run on a different clock?"

Elliot looked up and said, "Is there any difference between me coming now and coming this afternoon?"

"Of course there is. If you had been here this afternoon, you would have be