The only clue to find a killer was some footprints in the snow

Beneath the brightly wrapped gifts lay a grim and heartbreaking discovery

’Twas the night before Christmas, and a sadistic killer had a twisted tale to tell...

IT was two days until Christmas and the afternoon sky was blue and crisp as Lydia’s car pulled up in front of the magnificent Bristol Hotel. Why was it called the Bristol? she wondered. It was nowhere

She fought to save her son but paid a terrible price

A MURDERER WAS FOUND AFTER LEAVING TRACE EVIDENCE UNDER HIS VICTIM’S FINGERNAILS