I Am the Infamous

The wise, the prim, the kind, the oblivious, and the reckless: they're ingredients for a disaster and the greatest of friends.

Trust is what binds these people together. Fear is was rips them apart. But sometimes these bonds are best severed when there is a serial killer in the picture. Though on the other hand, shouldn't the ones most entrusted be the ones held the closest? That cannot always be the case.

In Rochegrise, France, the Beaumont House is home to (you've guessed it) the Beaumont family, but even more so Caroline's closest friends and chosen family. Since day one of the killings, it is evident that the killer was someone in this peaceful town, the home of beloved, familiar lives. Perhaps it was a neighbor, a passerby, or someone living in that very house.

That's the funny thing about fear. It douses all of those it touches in a paranoia capable of singeing the bonds of trust down to nothing at all. And Caroline Beaumont is falling down, down, down. Bonds disappearing from beneath her.

What better group to be entangled in a string of murders than the one tearing apart at the seams?