Blood dripped from the knife, staining the pristine white carpet. Detective Johnson entered the room, assessing the grisly crime scene. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he surveyed. Mrs. Abernathy, a neighbor, was sobbing uncontolably on the porch. Her hands trembled as she recounted the scream that awakened her. "SHARDS of glass scattered across the floor," Johnson muttered. Evidence suggested a struggle before the victim's untimely demise. Hasty footprints led from the bedroom window to the backyard. Johnson surveyed the scene, mind racing to puzzle pieces together. With grim determination, he vowed to solve this case swiftly.