Mark Hatchet runs a busy private detective agency in Crescent City, a small town on the Pacific Northwest coast. He relies on friends and family as his staff, creating an efficient team that handles a variety of cases. Mark glanced over the stack of case files on his desk, taking a sip of his lukewarm coffee. "Alright, team," he said, leaning back in his chair. "We've got a missing cat in Pine Hollow, a potential insurance fraud case with Mr. Jenkins, and a mysterious break-in at the abandoned mansion on Willow Street." His sister, Lily, perked up from her computer at the mention of the missing cat. "I'll take that one, Mark. I have a good feeling about reuniting Fluffy with her owner." His best friend and right-hand man, Tom, scratched his head. "I'll handle the insurance fraud case. I have a hunch Mr. Jenkins is up to something fishy." As they each grabbed their respective case files and headed out to gather clues, Mark couldn't help but smile at the dedication of his team. With Lily's intuition, Tom's analytical mind, and his own instinct for solving mysteries, he knew they would be able to solve all the mysteries at hand. One morning, Mark takes on a new case when a woman walking her dog discovers a man's leg sticking out of the sand at low tide. Her screams draw attention to the bizarre scene. The autopsy reveals the leg is crushed almost beyond recognition, with pieces of redwood bark embedded in the flesh. The leg's advanced decomposition suggests the man died several years ago, leaving Mark intrigued by the mystery of who the man is and how he died.