IT HAS TO WORK OUT

The following day, Nicholas awoke grudgingly with a call. He winced when the light from the windows entered his eyes and he groaned so painfully.

"Hello," he said in a gruff voice.

"Nicholas, we've got a lead on Vincent Laramie," Morgan said in an urgent tone. Her voice was harsh, and she didn't even bother to say good morning to him. "I need you to come to my office right away." She told him.

Nicholas groaned out loud. "I'll be there as soon as I can," he said to her.

After ending the call, Nicholas sat up and rubbed his temples. His head pounded, so painfully reminding him of the previous night's drinking. Despite his physical discomfort, he felt a glimmer of determination. This lead on Vincent Laramie was crucial.

Just as he was about to get ready, someone knocked on the door and his father stepped into the room.

"Morning, son. You don't look too well." He said as he observed him.

"Rough night," Nicholas admitted as he rubbed at his temples.

"Want to get some air? Maybe clear
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