Louis Joel Parker returned home a bit after ten p.m. and was worn out from work. He had a small wrapped box in his pocket and it was for his lover.

When he entered the house, everywhere was calm and his first instincts went to something bad. He was so frightened that the lady might have slipped on the bathroom floor and broken her head or something.

Such things don't always happen, but damn, he wished they never really did.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he made it to his bedroom, opened the door, switched on the light, and was paralyzed on the spot. Chelsea was in the...