In the quaint town of Meadowgrove, Detective Amelia Hartman received a frantic call. The voice was shaky, pleading, "My husband's gone missing. He was supposed to arrive home last night." Hartman entered the dimly lit kitchen. A woman, Mrs. Elizabeth Thomas, awaited her. She wore an anxious expression. "Last night, he never showed up. I've been calling, but he's not answering." Hartman took out her notebook. "Can you describe your husband's appearance?" Mrs. Thomas sighed. "He's tall, dark hair, always wears a red tie." Hartman's pen paused. "Do you remember the last place he was seen?" The woman's eyes widened. "The old mill. He loved to walk there at night." Hartman nodded, jotting notes. "You've been married for years, no secrets?" Mrs. Thomas hesitated. "Not that I know of." Hartman's gaze shifted to the window. "Anything unusual happening lately?" The woman's voice trembled. "Nothing, just... he was acting strange." Hartman leaned in, her expression serious. "Strange how?" Mrs. Thomas took a deep breath. "He talked about someone. A woman." Hartman's pen moved swiftly. "Who?" Mrs. Thomas looked down. "I don't know. He wouldn't tell me." Hartman closed her notebook. "Let's find out, Mrs. Thomas."