Death's Entanglements

It all seemed so simple. Avoid a financial crunch during a recession by building a new golf course. A buyer was prepared to pay as much as David Westlain wanted, perhaps more. Then came an unexpected dispute over the rights. It should have been simple. There was plenty of land, but political constraints made it necessary to build in one particular area. When a blockade closed the best route north, conflict began and political expediency drove a wedge between the town and those who manned the blockade. Tempers grew hot.

Carefully, the Dark Lord maneuvered the players until two young children were forced to come face to face with a murder, and the murderer. Terrified they fled, but events had been put in play such that only the death of the witnesses could secure a future for the killer. And he knew it.
'This was all wrong. Alex was standing watching what was happening. He was petrified with fear, but wasn’t exactly sure what he was afraid of. The bad man was nearby, but couldn’t get him, not with the police around. The man on the ground had stopped moving, but he was still covered with blood. Alex suspected he was dead. The police seemed to think the stranger was the bad man. That wasn’t right. Everything was moving so fast.'