Chapter 1 seasson 1

The train station felt weirdly quiet—like the calm before something bad happens.

Angelo stood near the platform, scrolling through a newspaper instead of his phone, which already said a lot about him. His eyes kept moving, sharp, focused. Beside him, Henry rocked back and forth, watching the tracks like the train owed him money.

Suddenly, Angelo froze.

“Wait,” he said. “I found it.”

Henry blinked. “Found what?”

“The mystery.”

Henry straightened instantly. “Okay… now you have my attention.”

Angelo tapped the page. “There’s a murder. London. Recent. But the victim’s name?” He shook his head. “It’s missing. Like someone erased it on purpose.”

“That’s not normal,” Henry muttered.

Before Angelo could respond, the sound of metal screaming against metal cut through the air.

“Oh great—perfect timing,” Henry said. “That’s our train.”

They got on.

The inside was almost empty, which felt wrong for this time of day. As the doors shut behind them, Angelo noticed one man sitting alone. His face was half-hidden, his grip tight around a large suitcase resting at his feet.

He looked calm. Too calm.

Angelo and Henry took the seats across from him.

A few moments passed. Then the man spoke, his voice low.

“Where are you getting off?”

“London. Near Oxford Street,” Angelo replied.

The man paused.

“…You sure about that?” he asked. “You know that area hasn’t exactly been safe lately.”

Angelo met his eyes and gave a small nod—but said nothing.

The train moved faster, the city lights blurring past the windows. No one spoke again.

By the time they reached London, one thing was clear:

This wasn’t just a case.

And that man with the suitcase?
He wasn’t a coincidence.