enjoy the peace and quiet Rain splattered against the window. A chill wind howled fiercely. Inspector Davies stared out intently. His grim face reflected the storm's fury. He saw a shadowy figure in the alley. The victim lay there, lifeless. Rain washed away the blood stains. The officer, a seasoned hand in such grim affairs, tracked the blood that washed away. He reached across, choked back a gasp. Davies hated this part, but he liked it, deputy Wensworth, the puddle held desire for 'justice.' Another sorrowful scene, chalk outline, a body on the ground. He found the chalk, nearly gone. Crime untangles as Cemetery Cafe's rain-soaked entrance hid its secrets well, its facade still looked charming, innocent even, in the morning sunlight startled openly shining on, illuminating the horror blood He picked up the sketchbook by the body. Inside, handwritten in the margins, scribbled a small clue, a name, feigning a single room. The body was still, no sound. Low Table Six.