The man lying in lower ten was on his back, his face illuminated by the early morning sun. But the light had no effect on him. A small red stain marred the front of his pajamas and trailed across the sheet. His half-open eyes stared blankly at the wood above, unseeing.Washington D.C., 1907. What should have been a quick train trip for attorney Lawrence Blakeley, becomes a nightmare when a man is murdered in the berth that he...