Everyone connected to everyone.
Everyone innocent, and everyone guilty.
Without a body there is no victim. But a perpetrator?
The only thing I’ve understood is that everything hangs by a thread.
Strange people, closed in on themselves, crazy people.
I’ve come close to the end, but I must disappear… Whom can you trust?
Start from the tobacco shop — perhaps that’s where it all began.
I never thought silence could make so much noise…”
15-11-1956, Inspector Tandeo

Fifteen years earlier… What is this report doing hidden here?
Much — and not the best — has been said about this Tandeo.
His disappearance has still not been solved.
You’re frantically searching your department’s files. For no reason.
Everything you find has a common denominator:
   … Tony Floyd, Great Harwood …
“Well well, the one and only Mr. Floyd. Let’s see what our friend Tony has been up to after all this time. At least we’ll come back with some fine cigars if nothing comes out of this,” you think…

Will you manage to discover something, or will you too become part of a domino with disastrous consequences