Mastermind

The puzzle of Mindy’s escape persisted, leaving Dylan in the dark, grappling with the mystery that allowed her to slip away undetected. A knock came on the door. ‘Come in.’ Dwight entered, settling gracefully into a chair opposite Dylan. He produced a pack of cigarettes, extending it toward Dylan. Dylan accepted it, extracting a cigarette, igniting it with a flick of his lighter, and indulging in the smoke that soon enveloped the room. Dwight, sensing Dylan’s foul mood, asked, ‘General Sheppard, not in the best spirits today?’ Dylan retorted, ‘Aren’t you in the same boat?’ A subtle smile played on Dwight’s lips as he selected a cigarette from the pack. His slender fingers expertly lit it, the room filling with the fragrance of tobacco and a haze of smoke. ‘Any updates on Mindy?’ ‘Not yet,’ Dylan replied after a brief pause. ‘Which is a problem for you. That woman is more cunning than her father. I think she’s the one behind your assassination plot, not Carl. By the way, when do you pla