PROLOGUE
It was the middel of the night.
Mr. Lankley, our next door neighbour, pulled his SUV into his garage.
I watched from my window as he pulled a huge black bag from the back seat of his car.
From the look of it, and the way he carried it, it must have been very heavy.
Mr. Lankley was a very buff man of 31. You could tell he worked out. Mr. Lankley has had two wives,both of them mysteriously and brutally murdered.
As I watched him unlock his front door, something in the black bag moved...
