Ostensibly, I was going to Minnesota to sell the house there. My grandfather's house. No, actually my granmother's house. This was the first mystery .... But I was wrong. This wasn't the first mystery; it was the second one. The first mystery was my mother, on her deathbed, telling me to 'go home and shake all the skeletons .... You can find it. It's important.' To find out - what? Some secret. Some silence that needed to be broken.