Detective, help me. Five years ago, my wife Sarah perished in a car fire. Her father, Richard, a powerful industrialist, always despised me and held me responsible for his misery.
This morning, I received this anonymous photo. It's Sarah's tattoo, I'd bet my life on it. I wanted to reopen the case, but my brother Marc, who works in the Narcotics division, re-read the file and assures me everything is sealed tight, that grief is making me lose my mind.
While rummaging through the attic, I forced open an old lockbox belonging to my wife. Inside, I found chilling documents: a flight receipt, bank statements, and a letter from her father. Was Sarah trying to run away from me? Did Richard help her disappear? The police refuse to listen to me. Find the truth.
