Dean Winters drove slowly into the wide driveway of the Winters family estate which sat on five manicured acres in the most exclusive part of the city, its architecture speaking of old money and established power.

Inside the pristine white kitchen, Kathleen Winters stood at the marble island, her manicured fingers drumming against the surface as she reviewed her guest list for Thursday's charity luncheon.

The front door's distinctive chimed announcing Dean's arrival. He appeared in ...