Synopsis

The insistent chime echoed through the quiet street, a summons to a drama unfolding within a modest house. Detective Harding paused, his trench coat collar turned up against the chill, and surveyed the scene. It wasn’t the house itself that drew him – though it was unremarkable – but the unsettling stillness that clung to it like a shroud. A stillness that spoke of secrets, and perhaps, of something far more sinister. He knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, that this was no