CHAPTER 22-BRAVE

Henry Constantine was relishing this rare privilege of being accommodated overnight in the guest quarters of the President along with prosecutor Tristan Morris.

“This is so surreal, who would've thought we'd be spending the night at the White House?” Henry remarked, chuckling while remembering what William said that he'd be sleeping in prison.

“The moment I decided to join forces with you, Henry, I knew I was in for an adventure, but I never thought it would lead me here, to the place I left behind long ago,” said Tristan, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask you, how did that happen?” Henry was curious about the circumstances that led to Tristan's estrangement from his ex-wife, Clementine Dewey.

“It's a long story,” Tristan said with a somber tone. “We were married for a while, but things... didn't work out.”

Henry sensed the pain beneath his stoic facade. He patted his back. “Umm, it's okay, man. You don't have to talk about it if you're no