Two dead teens. A case gone cold. A twisted tangle of clues and dead ends.

One Dark Night... Geeze, was that ever a doozy of a case? See? It was April first, 1998 when the bodies of two teenagers, a young fella and his girlfriend, both high school seniors, were found among the trees on a lonely road just inside the city limits. The bodies had been stripped and left for the wild animals to... well, you get the idea.
The cops had a good idea who the killer was, but they never could prove it, so the case went cold... until April first, 2012 when local DA, Larry Spruce, asked me to take a look at it.
Right from the get-go, I knew it was going to be a bad one, and it was. My name is Harry Starke. I'm a private investigator. You want to know how bad it was? Read on.