It is July of the year 1994, and people don’t seem to be needing any sort of investigating by private

detectives, and Josef Johnson seem to be really devastated and losing that feeling of doing what he
seems to do the best, and it is nothing but solving mysteries local police can’t and won’t without
hopelessly asking the Detective for help. But now, everything looks meaningless for him, even the
cheering he does when a football match is broadcasting live, and no one feels sadder than his own
lover, Miss Sarah Benson, a quite lovely French girl, she fell in love with him four years ago in a crime
scene and was the only witness of a homicide in Gallows Corner in London, and our detective could
not resist those charming wide brown eyes of her, even if he was convinced that ‘love’ was more of a
Stop sign that puts limits to his vast thinking.