Under moonlit Fellsburg street, Sheriff Brad Harrison traced bullet casings, muttering about a restless murder night. Retired investigator Charles Webster watched from his parked car, recognizing the horror. Two bodies lay beside their overturned car, their eyes frozen wide on impact, their business suits crumpled and deflated. A crowd gathered, whispering to one another, constantly drifting closer. A tall, gaunt figure near a lamp-post, glanced once at the scene, then vanished into the shadows. Deputy Ben Lewis joined Brad, their flashlights sweeping the empty street. A witnesses' trembling voice spoke of a dark vehicle speeding off, punctuating their fears. Brad cursed, assessing the evidence, hoping to unravel this bloody knot.