The police station smelled of damp paper and coffee.
Inspector Vikram Roy slid a file across the table.
"Your sister's case was closed years ago."
Maya opened it slowly.
Missing persons photos stared back at her.
But something caught her attention immediately.
Three new photos.
Three missing women.
All from the last two years.
All with the same detail.
They disappeared during heavy rainstorms.
Maya felt a chill crawl up her spine.
"Coincidence?" she asked.
Roy sighed.
"In a town this small, coincidences are rare."