"But can time become a clue?"
Ariadne Foster, a forensic analyst, is in quarantine at home along with her boyfriend, Mark. As they adjust to this new order of reality, a case of two unsolved murders comes back to the spotlight after eighteen years. Intrigued by the story, they decide to initiate their own research.
As the tangled yarn of mystery unrolls, a new seemingly irrelevant puzzle begins to occupy Ariadne's mind. A vague memory from her childhood, the disappearance of a boy.
What was originally an excuse to escape reality, has now become an investigative journey for the young couple. Is, however, a fresh perspective enough to join scattered pieces of old evidence together? As the quest goes on, they realize an unexpected ally is on their side.
Mary Fanning is not dead; she's been murdered.
Jessica Flynn is about to exit her apartment as two police officers knock on her door. After a sleepless Friday night, and before the essential morning caffeine dose, she is informed that Mary Fanning, the loud and annoying tenant of 8C, is dead. She soon finds out that her neighbor has been murdered, and to get things even worse, she may be a suspect.
Jessica now must recall everything that happened the night before, cooperate with the insistent Detective Philippa Mortimer, and find time to sleep on top of that. Meantime, she begins to realize the residents of 116 Heinsbury Street are probably not who they seem to be.
Time is running up, well-hidden secrets are exposed, but the original question remains. Who killed Mary Fanning?
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Mary Fanning is not dead. She's been murdered.