As the first rays of morning sunlight rose, Tristan remained kneeling on the bridge. His stiff, frozen body finally began to regain
some feeling.
His assistant, seeing him in this state, hesitated before speaking, “Mr. Ford, please don’t do this to yourself
“Is she back? Did Nicky come back?” Tristan looked up at him, his eyes filled with desperate hope.
“No, Mr. Ford. Please, stop this. You’ve been running back and forth, not eating or drinking, and now you’ve knelt here all night.
If this continues, your body won’t hold up.”
“I’m fine. As long as I can find Nickey, nothing else matters.”
Knowing he couldn’t change Tristan’s mind, the assistant reluctantly added, “While you were away, Miss Evans was released
from the police station. She claimed that Mrs. Ford’s death had nothing to do with her.”
“I don’t want to hear about her.” Tristan lowered his head, his voice flat. “Keep watching for news. Let me know if there’s
