The Man in the Queue

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I didn’t know his name. No one did. He stood in the queue like the rest of us, waiting for the theatre doors to open, the chill of London’s evening settling into the cobblestones beneath our feet. There was nothing remarkable about him—no sign that he wouldn’t make it to the box office, no clue that in just a few minutes, he would slump to the ground, lifeless. Murdered. Right there, in plain sight. And yet, not one of us saw a thing. How could that happen? How could a man die surrounded by so many people, and no one know who he was or what had happened to him? That’s the question I’ve been tasked to answer. And the deeper I dig into his life—or the fragments of it he left behind—the more tangled the truth becomes.

I am Inspector Alan Grant, and this is not just a case. It’s a puzzle, a ghost haunting the streets of London, a mirror held up to the shadows in human nature. The queue was ordinary. The people were ordinary. But there is nothing ordinary about murder, and I won’t stop until I uncover the truth—even if it means unraveling the lives of everyone who stood in that line. Including myself.