The massacre case was solved. All the follow-up work was handled and coordinated by Daisy. Carlo, eager to progress faster, volunteered to help. And so, in the office, it was just Dean and Harry left.
"Harry, you seem down. Still worried about your little cousin's situation?" Dean, who was slacking off, played with a deck of playing cards, performing various fancy tricks, but he still couldn't pique the normally playful Harry's curiosity, which puzzled him a bit.
Harry shook his head. "Dean, I'm just thinking, what if my daughter grows up and takes a bad path? I've thought a lot about it, but nothing seems quite right. Maybe I'm just not cut out to be a dad."
"How old is your daughter? She's growing up, and so are you. At least you never thought about this stuff before, right?" Dean looked at Harry with relief. He saw growth in this unreliable guy.
