The road twisted and turned like a fisherman's line freshly drawn from an ocean depth. Soaked and mossy like the english countryside that surrounded me. My wipers at full speed were barely enough to keep the relentless rain pounding my windshield from completely obstructing my view. I traveled the old road, en route to Killiam Manor where a crime had been committed. It was my new assignment and I knew I could solve it, but then just as I began to see the blurred lights of the stately manor, an uneasy wave of apprehension fell over me as I remembered a similar case I had once worked. Finish this Page>>