Masks On. Three Murders. Midnight.
New Year's Eve, 1966, on the Starlight Roof of the Hotel Belvedere on Park Avenue. The dress code is black or white, and a mask until midnight. Your host, the wickedest novelist in America, has a new book going to the printer in two days, and every guest has a chapter in it under a cruel alias. At midnight the worst chapter will be read aloud: what really happened on this roof ten years ago tonight, when a diamond necklace vanished and the band's young singer fell from the terrace. The society queen, the fading Broadway star, the pop artist, the gossip columnist, the senator, the bandleader and the old concierge all have something to hide.
Your guests buy, charm and blackmail their way out of the book, crack each other's aliases for cash, write each other's New Year's resolutions and bid for the novelist's gold pen. Then the bodies start to drop. After each murder everyone opens a sealed envelope with new secrets and new jobs, and the dead push their masks up and keep playing as ghosts. Before the countdown the clues point to one guest, everyone votes on who, how and why, and at midnight the whole room unmasks at once for the reveal.






