Rain lashed against the window. The room was dark, silent. A body lay on the floor. Blood stained the white carpet. The victim, a young woman. She wore a red dress. Her eyes stared blankly upward. A single clue, a red rose. The killer had left a message. "She knew too much." The detective surveyed the scene. His mind raced, searching clues. He knelt beside the body. He examined her closely. This case would be a challenge. He knew he had to solve it. The truth was out there waiting. He would find it, no matter what. He would bring the killer to justice. He would not fail.