Rain tapped on the window. Detective Jane stared at files. A clock ticked, echoing loudly. The phone rang, startling her. "Another body found," said dispatch. She grabbed her coat, sighed. The city streets were empty. Fog rolled in, obscuring vision. Headlights cut through the mist. She arrived at the scene. Yellow tape fluttered in wind. Officers whispered, faces looked grim. A body lay, lifeless, cold. Blood pooled around the victim. Jane knelt, examining the clues. A glint caught her eye. A locket, half-buried, gleamed faintly. She pocketed it, stood up. "Who found the body?" asked. A rookie pointed, voice trembling. "Jogger called it in, ma'am." Jane nodded, scanning the area. "Secure the perimeter," she ordered. Her mind raced with possibilities. Another murder, another long night. She felt the weight grow. This case would test her.