Jack Larson, head of the Detective Bureau at Fargo Police Department, had just arrived at the ranch to investigate the death of the beekeeper. He stepped out of his car and took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the scene settling on his shoulders. Standing at six foot one with broad shoulders and athletic build, Jack was an imposing figure with his dark hair and striking gray eyes.
As Jack closed the vehicle’s door, his thoughts drifted to the reason why he was drawn to investigations. It wasn’t just the thrill of the chase, but rather the idea of piecing together a puzzle and uncovering the truth. It was a way for him to forget, even if only for a moment, the tragic death of his wife. An accident, they said, but Jack couldn’t rid himself of the feeling of responsibility that lingered
