The Silent Witness

Grandpa Joe always had a story. Every Sunday, he'd sit on the porch, spinning tales of his days as a detective in the big city. He was a hero in our eyes, a man who brought justice to the streets. But as I sorted through his belongings after he passed, I found a box of old case files, ones that never made the headlines. They painted a different picture, a portrait of a man who knew too much, who saw too much.