A quiet suburb woke to sirens and never slept the same. The murder of Leith Von Stein didn’t just shake a neighborhood; it cracked the illusion that safety lives behind manicured hedges and porch lights. We follow the ripple effects—from a neighbor’s raw letter of shared grief to a town that left lamps burning, phoned in every strange car, and asked whether a killer was still walking among them. As fear swelled, so did the rumors. Some sounded like pulp fiction: mafia plots, undercover ident...