He’s not the one I need.

Meanwhile...

"Sven Bennet was caught, and as expected, he didn't say anything other than admitting to the crime." A man whispered into another man's ear before straightening up politely.

The man he reported to nodded thoughtfully. "Is that so?"

"Will it be alright, Master?" the first man asked, a bit worried. "Or should I send someone to silence him behind bars?"

"There's no need for that," replied the boss, smirking. "I've always known Sven Bennet wouldn't last. He's not the one I need."

The first man gazed at his boss, then lowered his head respectfully. "Is that so?"

The boss smirked again, swirling the glass of rum in his hand. "Poor little Sven. Send him my regards. I'd like to thank him for his... services."

"Yes, sir."