Synopsis

"You're asking us to pursue a ghost," Jake said, his voice flat. He gestured towards the faded photograph on the desk – a man with weary eyes and a haunted expression. "A man who supposedly died years ago, and now you want us to chase his phantom?" Detective Harding leaned back in his chair, the springs groaning under his weight. His gaze was fixed on the middle distance, as if seeing something beyond the walls of the cramped office. "He's not a ghost, Jake. He's alive. And he's involved with