A tall man in a black suit was waiting seated in my father's office. Vincent let me sit in the comfortable chair while he stood by my side. Quickly, they exchanged a few words about the investigation and Vincent handed him an envelope with the information he had gathered so far.
I rested my elbows on the desk, and my eyes automatically went to Vincent's busy hands, resisting the curiosity to look inside.
-In the envelope I just handed over, you will find the evidence of what I will explain next.- Said the investigator, settling into his seat. Vincent opened the envelope and placed the sheets with the evidence on the desk for both of us to take a look.
-Paul has been working abroad for years and returned to Paris on his mother's orders over three years ago. Since then, he has taken on t
