Dan Murphy had seen his fair share of oddities as a private investigator, but nothing like this.

The old Chevrolet car had sat in the woods for six decades, swallowed by vines and time Discovered by two local kids, a local mechanic managed to drag it out into the light. Beneath the rotting back seat, hidden away like a buried secret, an old briefcase, its latches rusted stiff but intact. When Dan pried it open, his breath caught. Neat stacks of hundred-dollar bills, each bundle carefully wrapped in plastic, as if waiting to be retrieved. The money was old—very old. The serial numbers dated back to the early 1960s.

This wasn't just lost cash. This was hidden money. A ghost from a buried past.

His investigation led him to Hollywood—and to Betty Goodwell. A rising star in the '60s, until the night she was robbed: jewels snatched, a briefcase of film investment cash gone. The thieves had vanished. The case had gone cold.

When Dan tracked her down to her home in the Hollywood Hills. Betty Goodwell, now in her nineties, was amazed at the recovered money. Instead, her eyes lit up at the possibility of something far more precious – a diamond and emerald necklace, the last gift from her late husband. Stolen that same night.

Dan preferred quiet weekends and simple jobs. He really should have walked away. But the desperation in her voice hooked him.

Against his better judgement, he dug deeper—and the past bit back.

The robbery hadn't been random. It was orchestrated by a crime syndicate, one with tendrils still stretching into the present. With his friend's help, he plunged into the underworld, chasing whispers of the necklace. The hunt turned deadly. A close call car wreck, almost ending his life, a scar above his eyebrow to remember it all by.

In the end, he found and return the precious piece of expensive jewellery.

Betty Goodwell clutched the emerald and diamond necklace, tears streaming down her lined face. For the first time in sixty years, she held the last piece of her husband.

Dan walked away, bruised and battered, but contented.