My partner is a ghost.
The evidence is that his gun is left on my table, the coffee cup is always warm, and the key clues to solve the case always emerge in desperate situations.
The whole world thought I was crazy, reported it to the air, and kept the warning signal that had been canceled long ago.
Only I know that every time the radio station is tuned to that frequency band late at night, the Morse code we agreed on will be heard in the rustling sound of electricity.
They destroyed his files and erased his existence.
But I can't erase every breath he took for me.
Intention: The body may pass away, but the influence of will, protection and justice are eternal