Male, 60’s-70’s, American accent. Kindly, warm, grandfatherly type. Graeson Law’s personal assistant and unacknowledged father figure. Deeply fond of and loyal to his employer, he nevertheless is willing to keep the latter in check about his manners. A man of faith who provides a safe space and understanding ear to those who need it. 

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"This is delicious!" she exclaimed. "Mr. Law is lucky if he gets to eat like this all the time."

Wayne waved off her praise. "I've had much time to practice and little else to preoccupy me."

"Oh?" She eyed him surreptitiously, wondering if he'd yield to a little gentle probing. "Mr. Law doesn't have you help with casework?"

"Well, I'm made aware of all the case details. Enough to organize paperwork, at least." Wayne reached out to slice off portions of tender duck, adding more to her plate. "And to handle the people involved, which is my area of expertise."

Jubilee frowned. Did this mean Wayne knew everything about her that the detective did?

The old man continued, "But I leave all the thinking and analyzing to Law, which—" He paused to chuckle. "Is his area of expertise, as I'm sure you can tell by now."

His humor made her momentarily forget her unease. "All too well," she said dryly. "Apparently he read the whole Bible in three days, and now he's practically a theologian."

Wayne gave a long laugh. "I would say that that is very like him, except I'd almost given up all hope that he'd ever touch that book."

"It sounds like you know him well." She finished her plate and set it aside. "If I may ask, how long have you been working for him?"

His expression softened. "Oh, it's been some years now. But I've known him for far longer than that. Since he was a boy."

Jubilee's eyes widened. "Oh. So you two are...close." She might need to be careful what she said around the older man then. Nervous, she shuffled the lettered game pieces in front of her to give her hands something to do.

"I like to think so." Setting down his chopsticks, Wayne sat back and smiled warmly at her. "We have a shared interest in many things. Riddles, word games, and languages. But, alas, not this." He waved at the Bible, which lay beside him on the table. "That is, until now. For that miracle, I have you to thank."

Jubilee stared in surprise. "What? I didn't do anything."

"On the contrary, it's only because of you that he's gained any interest in it at all."

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Wayne smiled knowingly. Reaching out, he shuffled some of the tiles on his end of the table and began arranging them as he spoke. "Law is understandably difficult to get along with, however. Don't worry, my dear."

Jubilee gave a guilty start. Was she that obvious? "Um...no, he's just very—" She floundered for something gracious to say. "Thorough," she finished lamely.

Wayne laughed again. "That is putting it mildly. If it is any consolation, he never means anything he says as an insult."

Jubilee struggled to keep her expression neutral. "Really." Wayne clearly either got special treatment from Law or saw him through rose-colored glasses.

Wayne nodded. "Poor man just doesn't realize that most of the world would take it as such. From his perspective, he is just making honest observations."

Jubilee couldn't help arching a skeptical eyebrow. With some of the zingers the detective had dropped on her, she found that hard to believe. Though, to be fair, she'd been particularly blunt with him herself more than a few times.

"Don't think too badly of him, Julie," Wayne went on. In front of him, the letters had been arranged to spell 'illusion.' "He really does have a big heart...it's just that he's still learning how to use it."