The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Amelia’s apartment, casting a golden light over the kitchen where she sat, her mind buzzing with the events of the previous evening. The photograph of her father with Harrison, the anonymous note—everything pointed to secrets she had barely begun to uncover. As she sipped her coffee, Amelia’s thoughts turned to David Marks, the private investigator she had hired weeks ago. It was time to dig deeper to find out what Harrison was hiding and how it connected to the downfall of Hartley Hope.
By midday, Amelia was sitting in a small, dimly lit office across from David. The room was cluttered with old case files, stacks of newspapers, and a faint smell of coffee that lingered in the air. David Marks was a seasoned investigator with a weathered fa
