The case certainly needed an approach that differed from other murder cases he had investigated. There was no physical evidence of any kind. No murder weapon to dust for prints, no fibres to unearth, no DNA under fingernails to catch, and no blood splatters to study. It had been a quiet murder. And the murderer need not have been close to the victim, not even in the same office or the same house, or even the same city.

Solving it would bring Toronto major crime detective Josh Sutton into a world of depravity that added to the burden of the scars on his soul since the now-conquered pandemic's horrendous decision to take the life of his only son.

Unravelling the events leading to the murder of the Toronto lawyer brings Sutton to search for the source of a rare poison in the non-traditional avenues of health care in the core of the city and eventually to a local lab. In investigating the motive for the murder, Sutton and his colleague Ross Walters come across a British exploration of worldwide child pornography networks visited by two persons from Toronto.

After the detectives identify one of them as an Ontario superior court judge, it becomes clear that the murder victim tried to steer the judge to get help which did not sit well with his lawyer wife who was aware of her husband's activities. Fearing the judge's secret would be revealed, she saw no other choice but murder. When the judge is suspected of having attacked a young girl in a park, his wife decides that he needs to be stopped. She decides that another murder is warranted even if her husband is still the love of her life.

When Sutton's wife is finally able to accept the death of her son, the molested little girl is taken in by the Suttons.