Guilty Deceptions

I held a man's life in my hands...

September 1869, changed my life forever. We discovered human remains, and opened the most complex investigation. We had no names, nothing to go on, and a year old crime scene. Things were becoming hopeless, and I was beginning to think we'd never solve it. Then there was a break in the case. Now we were getting somewhere, but at what cost? All the evidence was pointing toward one man, a famous architect, but his involvement just didn't make any sense and when letters from beyond the grave suggested his innocence – things only got more complicated.