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, staining the ground. Jane knelt, examining the evidence. A clue hidden in shadows. Her mind raced, piecing together. "Who did this?" she wondered. The night held its secrets.