It was a dark and stormy night in the quiet town of Meredith. The rain lashed against the windows, causing the old door to rattle. In a grand Victorian home on Maple Street, the suspect, Gina, was cooking dinner when she spotted her neighbor, Frederick, walking towards her house. Gina had been luring Frederick to her home slowly to commit the perfect crime. She invited him to take shelter from the storm at her place. Frederick's face was pale as he accepted the invitation. "Come in, Frederick. Have some wine. I'll make you some soup," Gina said as Frederick entered the house. Gina locked the door behind her. "I can't wait to hear your secret story, Frederick," Gina whispered, smiling.