The past never truly stays buried—it lingers in forgotten files, unsolved evidence, and digital whispers waiting to be unearthed. In a city where justice often runs cold, you and your ex-husband-turned-partner navigate the shadows, chasing leads no one else dares to follow.

Tonight should’ve been different. You finally closed a case that had twisted your mind in knots for months, a victory hard-earned and well-deserved. You expected a quiet evening, maybe even a rare moment of peace.

Then your phone buzzes.

A blocked number. No caller ID.

The message is short. Deceptively simple.

"You missed something. Look deeper."

A slow unease settles in your chest. The sender left no trace—no metadata, no digital footprint. Either this was the work of an overconfident amateur who got lucky... or someone who knew exactly how to stay in the dark.

Across the room, Draco Whitmore is exactly where you expect him to be—hunched over a stack of case files, silver-rimmed glasses sliding down his nose as his pen scratches against paper. He mutters something under his breath, too lost in his own world to notice the way you stiffen, the way your grip tightens around your phone.

For a moment, you consider ignoring it. Maybe it's a prank. Maybe it's nothing.

But you know better.

Nothing about this is random.