Although my question seemed casual, it was an attempt to probe Atticus. Sure enough, he wasn’t surprised. He nodded indifferently and said, “I know.”

I asked with a hidden agenda, “What do you think about him? He seems pretty active lately.”

Since Atticus knew about Melvern’s return to Foswood, it meant the former kept an eye on the latter. Atticus looked at me but didn’t answer my question. Instead, he asked, “I noticed a driver drop you off just now. Should we have a drink?”

I readily agreed.

Atticus looked excited as he fetched a bottle of low-proof white liquor. He then poured me a small glass and another for himself. He raised his glass and solemnly said, “Firstly, I appreciate you traveling all the way to Rivendell to share this meal with me.

“Secondly, it’s our first solo meal together. Lastly, let’s toast to our cooperation beyond business matters. I’m grateful to you.”

Atticus downed his drink. I could tell he had something to share with me, so I took a big sip. After se