A day earlier...
Mason walked into a dimly lit bar, his eyes scanning the place until they landed on his private investigator sitting quietly at a corner table. Mason walked over swiftly and took the seat opposite him.
"Good evening, Sir," the private investigator greeted with a nod.
"Good evening," Mason replied in a low voice. "Any news about my wife yet?"
The investigator sighed before speaking. "No, Sir. We haven't found anything new about her.
The only thing we have is what the police concluded, that she's dead. The case was closed with no leads."
Mason leaned back, his eyes momentarily losing their sharpness.
'I don't believe it... I still feel she's alive. Somewhere, somehow. I can feel it in my bones,' he thought, swallowing hard.
"But Sir," the investigator said, leaning in and placing a folder on the table. "This is the main reason I wanted to see you."
Mason opened the folder and examined the contents, several documents and surveillance photos.
