Detective Sarah Cross stood in the dimly lit office of the late millionaire, Charles Montgomery. The room, a mixture of opulence and secrecy, had once been his sanctuary, but now it was just a crime scene.
The millionaire had died under mysterious circumstances, his
body found slumped over his desk. While the cause of death was officially
labeled as a heart attack, something didn’t sit right with Sarah. She knew
there was more to the story—something hidden.
The butler, Edgar, had reported finding the body when he
brought the morning tea. No signs of struggle, no obvious clues—just Charles
Montgomery, dead at his desk, a half-written letter clutched in his hand.
The letter was supposed to reveal the truth about an unknown
heir to his fortune, but the pages were missing.
“Someone wanted that letter gone,” Sarah muttered to
herself, as she combed through the scattered papers on the desk.
As Sarah delved deeper, she discovered a small key hidden
beneath a stack of old books. It was unlike anything else in the room, delicate
but worn with time.
She turned it over in her hand, trying to figure out what it
might unlock. Her instincts told her this key was the first step toward solving
the mystery, but it was a step into the unknown.
She turned to Edgar, who watched her closely from the
doorway. His expression was neutral, but there was something about the way he
avoided her gaze that caught her attention.
“Edgar, was Mr.
Montgomery expecting any visitors before his death?” she asked.
The butler hesitated for a moment before replying, “Not that
I know of, ma’am.”
Sarah could tell he was holding something back, but before
she could press him further, a knock came from the front door. She wasn’t the
only one interested in the missing evidence.