Crime Scene No. 37

A setup?

I'm the best at turning the tables.

Lin Mo gripped the crime scene photos, a chill creeping up the back of his neck: the methods of death in three murder cases matched, down to the smallest detail, a news story from fifteen years ago.

Even stranger, before his father disappeared all those years ago, he'd been clutching the same yellowed clipping from the thirty-seventh edition.

When the code of an international spy ring appeared in the livor mortis, the criminal investigation captain finally understood: this hunt had been aimed at him ever since the day he put on his badge.