You are on a train from Frankfurt, sipping coffee, gazing out the window at the city is skyline—its modern architecture blurred by the motion. Suddenly, a screeching halt - metal on metal, vibrations in your gut. Outside, a businessman is body lies mangled, his briefcase open.
You spot a transparent folder under a fern—missed by police, with 853 circled in yellow on its cover. Inside, 77 pages, some words bolded. What do you do?