The morning fog clung to the cobblestone streets. Detective Harper adjusted his trench coat collar. A scream pierced the silence, sharp and clear. He quickened his pace, heart pounding hard. Turning the corner, he saw a crowd. A woman lay still, eyes wide open. Blood pooled beneath her, dark and thick. Murmurs filled the air, questions without answers. Harper knelt, examining the lifeless figure. A necklace glinted, a clue in plain sight.