Inspector Charlie Goudreau sat on a dingy, blood stained mattress in a one room flop house apartment in Detroit. Streaks of a man's life oozed down the wall, the remnants of his pitiful death. Charlie found himself gripped by fear as he realized he was only one trigger pull away from being the victim of suicide himself. How had he fallen so far in such a short amount of time. Drawn to this waste of life Charlie feels compelled to learn who the man was and finds he was a magnificent artist, a painter with impeccable detail. But this bright light is soon extinguished by a brooding darkness that swallows him whole the moment he realizes these painting are much more than they seem. With his own teenaged daughter missing and a body count of teenage victims of a serial killer piling up with the snow Charlie finds his own life is spiraling out of control.