Cross Border Investigation

The bitter aftertaste of a tumultuous election season left Jack Sawyer's mouth dry. As an American private investigator, he had seen more than his fair share of political scandals and backroom dealings over the years. But this time was different - this time, it cut too close to the bone. Disillusioned by the rancor that had gripped his homeland, Jack decided a change of scenery was in order. He would take an extended vacation up north, to the quaint town of Maple Ridge, British Columbia. Perhaps there he could find the peace and quiet he so desperately craved. At first, the picturesque Canadian town seemed to be just what the doctor ordered. The people were friendly, the pace was slow, and Jack could almost forget the turmoil he had left behind. There were plenty of signs of patriotism, with large, red maple leaves on the wall, and place names like 'We Support Our Local Police', etc. He spent his days strolling the charming main street, sampling pastries from the local bakery, and watching the world go by from a cozy table at the Beantown Coffee Shoppe. It was there, amidst the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, that Jack's vacation took an unexpected turn. Huddled in the corner over a double cappuccino, he overheard a group of locals engaged in a heated discussion. As he strained to make out their hushed voices, one phrase caught his attention - "the Minister is dead." His investigator's instincts piqued; Jack sidled up to the group to inquire further.