A confession too neat, a crime scene too perfect. Detective Priest senses something doesn't add up . . .

Priest is called to a shabby-looking house at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac. The front door is swinging open.

The body of a well-dressed man lies spread-eagled across the brown and cream kitchen tiles. His pristine white shirt is smeared with blood. A carving knife protrudes from his chest.

Another man is slumped in an armchair. Alive. He calmly pleads guilty to the murder.

Businessman Anthony Silkstone claims he was driven by revenge — the dead man killed his wife. But Priest isn’t buying it.

The confession is too easy, the crime scene too staged.

Priest is about to uncover a series of chilling secrets. But did these secrets warrant a death sentence?