Her parents burst into the room just as the crimson blood squirted like a shower over the stark white surroundings. What made the young angelic beauty walk down the dark path of suicide? Something happened that summer of 1978 that changed Valencia Huntington's life and those of her closet friends in the most deceptive way. One person mascarades as the picture of innocence, knowing that what brewed in her heart would rip the lives of her acquaintances apart for a long, long time.

At the scene of the crime, Katina's dresser drawers had been dumped, closets ransacked, her desk had been rambled through and someone had even gone through her private safe. What was the perpetrator looking for? Who would want to take Katina's life? Princeton saw the long, ten inch, knife and knew Katina had fought for her life. There were pieces of glass all over the room, broken bookends and she had a black mask in her hands when they found her body in the bushes below her balcony. Princeton knew his wife's last vision was that of her attacker.