A Phillip and Ariel walked out of the hospital they were greeted by the sight of a black limousine waiting for them. Of course Uncle Spencer wouldn’t spare any expense to travel, though Ariel merely rolled her eyes at the sight of it.

“Where exactly are we going?” she asked.

“Hmm? Back to the family mansion.”

“Why?”

“Why?” Spencer gave her a knowing grin. “I’m afraid I don’t answer to little servants. Sorry to say!”

Phillip stepped forward, putting a hand on Ariel’s shoulder in case she lost her temper. She always seemed to when his uncle was around. “Uncle Spencer. Why are we going?”

“Well, heh, you see…” Spencer tipped his fedora back and smirked. “There’s been a death in the family. Your father has been murdered, sad to say.”