I'd never get used to the sight of a dead body. If it weren't for the actual sight itself, it's the fact that it was my very own close friend Dr. Peter Strongwell. Ever since my son and I began private investigating, we've seen our fair share of dead bodies. But none like that day. To make matters worse was the fact that he was thrown in a urinal left for dead twenty minutes after the greatest day of his life. If that weren't enough, hundreds of people were present in the building. A small rose petal drenched in the doctor's very own blood was the only thing we had to go off. And seemingly to connect the murders as they continue and continue to happen. Then the unthinkable happens, and I become a target. It's been a few, but as we inch our way closer and closer to the killer, we come to the conclusion he may just be untouchable, forever being thought of as the Rose Petal Killer. What started off at a quiet party of a hundred, celebrating one man's success as a doctor, turned for the worse quickly when he's found with a knife in his neck and left for dead. Two private investigators, mother and son, work together to try in make sense of these murders. That was until the mother herself became a target.