The Unseen Killer Next Door

of a distorted lullaby and an antique music box, the only clue le

door-offered a flicker of hope, I found myself slammed against

ot with relief, but with eyes full of

, stood by silently, staring as the music box' s brass

ey all believed it, accusing me, a veteran detective

running suspect, get set free, wondering if the entire world had gone ma