Prince Owen bent down and inspected the footprint. There was a crushed flower in the prints and his lips went up to the side as he grinned.
"Jackpot."
"It was him all along, conniving wretched man" Ivan cursed.
"The lights are on Prince Owen, someone is up" Ian reported.
"Looks like he just got back. Right on time I say. You two" he whispered to the two other soldiers. "One to the back, one stake outside the gate, Ivan stay here and Ian come with me."
"Yes your highness" they chorused.
Prince Owen and Ian rushed into the house, bursting the door open as they did.
Right in the living room was the twelveth man, Mr Greg clutching close to his chest a bag, with the frigid movement of his body one could hear the jiggling sounds of coins in the bag.
Prince Owen stared at him with unbelieving yet amazed eyes.
"It was you."