A blanket of fresh snow covered the fields surrounding Hinterkaifeck, a remote Bavarian farmstead. It was early spring, nineteen twenty-two. A single set of footprints led from the dense woods to the farmhouse door. But none led away. A neighbor, seeing the unnatural stillness, felt a cold deeper than the frost on the gate.
Inside lived the Gruber family. In the days leading up to the end, the...
