The Killer Isn't Alice

Alice Arden has spent fourteen years believing she killed Laurel Bell.
Then Daniel Voss invites her back to the house where Laurel died and promises to prove that everything Alice remembers is wrong.
Before he can reveal the truth, Daniel is found dead in Room 17.
The door is locked. A knife is buried in his chest. Alice has blood on her hands. And beside the body lies a confession written in her own handwriting.
It should be an easy case.
Except the knife did not kill him.
The room is not where he died.
A dead man makes a phone call.
A photograph proves he was alive after his supposed time of death.
Three witnesses repeat the same lie.
Eleven minutes have vanished from every clock.
And someone at Calder House knows far more than they should.
As the evidence begins contradicting itself, Alice realizes she has been trapped inside a murder puzzle designed long before the first body was discovered. Every suspect has an alibi. Every clue has two meanings. Every answer opens another question.
Why was Alice chosen?
Who forged her confession?
What really happened during the missing eleven minutes?
And if Alice did not kill Daniel Voss, why does someone need the entire world to believe she did?
The deeper Alice digs, the more dangerous the puzzle becomes, because Daniels murder is connected to the death that destroyed her life fourteen years earlier.
The reader has the same evidence Alice does.
The fingerprints.
The timestamps.
The witness statements.
The missing footage.
The impossible alibis.
Somewhere among them is the truth.
But one warning matters more than all the others:
The obvious answer is exactly where the killer wants you to stop looking.
Can you solve the murder before Alice does?