Sometimes, silence is dangerous. Black and Native American. Chocolate and peanut butter. Darien and Sayen blended together like a perfect match. The charming, always-smiling film junkie and the always optimistic, coquettish altruist. The quaint suburban couple surrounded by quaint suburban neighbors. Perfect neighbors, though occasionally assuming. They all partied together, shared the latest community gossip, and sometimes... stared into each other’s windows. A tight-knit community that should have served to protect one another. But one fateful night changed everything. Now, Darien’s wife is GONE, and he’s going crazy trying to figure out what happened to his love. Somebody knows. Somebody has the answer to this mystery. But why haven’t they said something? Why did they leave him to suffer in quiet? Do they know that something sinister has happened? Has... a murder occurred? And if so, who knows the killer’s identity? Who is really the guilty one? Darien has but one hope: solve the mystery of the silent, spying eyes, for he knows someone awaits in a dark villainy. Someone plots another’s demise. Someone awaits to plunge the knife. Someone saw something. Someone had to have!