At eight in the morning, Albert burst through Beauchamp's door, his heart pounding with anxiety.
The servant had been told to let him in immediately. Beauchamp was still in the bathroom getting ready.
"I'm here," Albert called out, his voice tight with worry.
"I was expecting you, my friend," Beauchamp replied grimly. "I knew you'd come."
"You're one of my closest friends. I know you'd never spread gossip about something so painful. The fact that you sent for me proves how much you care. So tell me straight, do you have any idea where this attack came from?"
"I think I might have a lead."
"First, just tell me everything. What exactly happened?"
Beauchamp took a deep breath and began explaining the nightmare that had unfolded over the past two days.
