One missing folder. Two murders in the archives. Now I’m the police’s prime suspect—and my family’s past won’t let me go.

I like my job at the Graydon Archives for one simple reason: everything has its place.
Every document filed.
Every record sealed.
Every story finished.

Until Professor Eveline Vallon walks in with an offer I can’t refuse. Forty thousand dollars to find one missing folder.
I know it’s wrong. But I need that money.

The next morning, Vallon is found murdered in the rare books room.
No witnesses. No clear motive. Just a body in a pool of blood… and a handwritten note left behind, one that reads like it was meant for me.

The police have questions. I have answers I can’t give. Because the deeper they dig, the more it seems like someone is using my own mistakes to build a cage around me.
Someone who knows how I think.
Someone who knows where to apply pressure.
Someone who feels… familiar.

Too familiar.

When the second murder happens, the trap finally snaps shut. And somewhere inside the archives is a missing folder that could prove my innocence—if I can find it first.
Because I'm not just a suspect anymore.

I’m the target.
And in a building full of buried histories, the truth is the only thing that won't let me go.