Kate sat in her plush apartment, her fingers drumming impatiently on the armrest of her chair.

Across from her sat a middle-aged man with a calm demeanor, a briefcase resting on his lap.

He was the private investigator she had hired, and he was finally here with answers.

“Well?” Kate demanded, her tone sharp. “What did you find?”

The man opened his briefcase, pulling out a folder thick with papers and photographs.

He spread a few pictures on the table before her, one catching ...