PROLOGUE

It was as if fate emerged from a dark corner of the universe. Headlights and flashing lights swallowed the dark of night as the police flooded the street.
'Could this be?', 'Is this really happening?', whispers were made from neighbors as they peeked out their windows, some coming outside in their nightly attire and robes.
Henry Halford was surrounded, trapped inside his house while police officers raced into their formation and drew guns, as if they were ready to fire at anything that moved.
"This is the police Mr. Halford", a voice barked from a speakerphone.
"Come out slowly, with your hands up! You are under arrest", the voice boomed.
No one could imagine why Henry Halford would have police surrounding his house at this time of night, let alone being arrested.
Henry was a lonely fifty year old man, minded his business and was very friendly. He paid his taxes, even early usually. What did the police want with him?
Little did they know the skeletons Henry Halford kept in his closet.
The tiny town of Greenport was about to have a shock that they would never forget.