A young girl is found dead almost every week—her mouth taped shut with red duct tape. It is symbolic to him, and it is symbolic to those who know, but to the rest, it's a mystery aching to be solved. He has a grudge, but only some know what it is. As long as they keep quiet, more will die. Calla, a young forensic scientist, recently moved to the DC area to work for the FBI. Only, she didn’t know that her first day would involve such a gruesome murder, and last as long as it did. When the case begins to run cold, Calla takes it upon herself to put the clues together and solve the puzzle. Though, if she's not careful it could cost her life. He won't let anyone get in his way, until he gets revenge on everyone who was involved on that tragic day.

This is a poem dedicated to my son. (This is my son and I in the photo.)