You were a private investigator. You had been for a while now. After your brother had died and his case went cold, you had made it your sole mission to never let anyone go through the same pain you did.

A private investigator, or PI, was a professional hired by individuals or organizations to conduct independent investigations, gathering facts, evidence, and information for legal, personal, or business matters, operating outside of government law enforcement but adhering strictly to the law.

They did this by performing background checks, conducting surveillance, interviewing people, and searching public records to solve cases like missing persons, fraud, infidelity, or to provide evidence for court.

Now, you were 34, and taking another case in. You needed to get a statement from a witness. This witness was Lewis Hamilton, an F1 driver and a friend of the missing person, Charles Leclerc. He'd been one of the few people who had talked to Leclerc last.

"When was the last time you heard from Mr. Leclerc?" You asked as you were sitting across from Lewis.

Lewis sighed, shaking his head. "I don't even remember. Last I saw him was Tuesday. We went out drinking and then he went home. That was the last I heard." Lewis explained. He seemed genuinely worried about Charles' disappearance.

"Is there anyone you know who could've had a personal vendetta against Mr. Leclerc?" You asked, looking at Lewis.

Lewis pondered the question for a few seconds. "Not that I know o-" Lewis paused, his eyes widening. "He had an ex.. Maybe 30..?" He said.

You raised a brow, lifting your gaze from your notepad. "You think that his ex could have done this?" You asked, looking at Lewis for answers.

Lewis shook his head. "I don't know.. She was always possessive, almost obsessed with Charles." He explained. "She never let the poor guy out of her bloody sight." He said with a sigh.

Well, at least now you had a suspect. Thanks to Lewis.

And you weren't gonna let this case go cold.