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Easter Sunday 1992, Edward Sewell returned home from his business trip. He made his money in aviation selling planes to farmers for crop dusting. Whenever he’d return from a few days on the road he would send the staff for a bikini wax and the kids anywhere but home, so he could take some time to enjoy his beloved wife’s company without any interruptions for some quality ‘we’ time.

Two days later at 9 am the maid arrived at the home. For some strange reason the alarm didn’t activated, the kitchen door usually open was closed, and 3 bodies lay on the floor, mother, father and Sister Tiffany.

The Sewell murders were big news, and the sole survivor Dayton Sewell would inherit 8 million and was suspect number one.

His airtight alibi was an evening spent with his girlfriend and her father who was of police stock. He didn’t trust this kid as far as he could spit. He wasn’t marriage material but he was messing with his girl. He always avoided spending any time with his daughter especially while he was around. So the family night in smelled like a rat, and he even bought takeout.

Dylan was lazy, pampered, feckless and believed he was entitled, with no respect for hard work he loved his father’s money. He showed no emotion at the walk round at house after the death of his folks and his only sibling. and no emotion at the funeral either, where people were beginning to whisper.

Jack & Joel his idiot friends were suspected of committing the murders especially after they had started taking flying lessons on a salary of fresh air telling anyone who would listen.

Dennis was on the case and put surveillance on both men to see who tripped up first.

The case was becoming high profile and Jack & Joel were desperate to stay off the reservation. Why this family and why now? The town were talking about these three seemingly senseless murders, one arrogant rich kid and a cop who wouldn’t give up, the question is who would break first.