The afternoon rain had just stopped. Among the shops lining the street stood the noticeably old-fashioned “Ristorante Carta.” Outwardly, it appeared to be a cozy Southern European restaurant. The detective cautiously scanned the room and took his seat. A strangely cheerful tune played in the background, grating on the ears. No one here exchanged words. The proprietress and the detective locked eyes. On the table lay a deck of playing cards. The game began. The cards were quietly flipped. Truths were sealed in the spaces between them. With every move, memories of the case unraveled.The game had begun. And in that moment, their pasts became entwined.