Cutlass Keep

They fish the first body from the river just before Thanksgiving, like it swam in with the tide. It's all over the news, staining the conversation as visiting aunts and uncles debate in hushed voices at the dinner table. Everyone has a theory, although most of them sound the same, but it's all table-talk. They care about it in the same roundabout way that they care about local weather patterns, and community college basketball. Then they go back to work after the weekend, back to their own suburban homes in their own whitewashed cities and they forget all about the unidentified body pulled from the waters of Cutlass Keep.

That's when they find the second body, and within the week, a third.

But the case isn't serious until Mr. and Mrs. Kastell are fished out of the river. Mr. and Mrs. Kastell, the elitist of the elite, the faces of Cutlass Keep, are found floating belly-up like goldfish that someone forgot to feed--and suddenly, the city's worried.