Detective Jones is the foremost, and only, squirrel detective on the force that polices my back yard. Jones just arrived mere moments ago to investigate this truly horrendous crime, committed during a perfectly ordinary dinner party with such fury and haste that the gruesome murder weapon was left behind by the perpetrator. But perhaps the murderer never actually left, and is standing right here in front of Jones? Is someone else in this ensemble the next to go, and might that next casualty even be Jones himself?