Detective Holmes sat at the desk, sipping on a strong brew. The rain poured down, respecting no one outside the station. "Oh Lord," Detective Beckham muttered, relaxing his shaky shoulders a little. "I've never seen a corpse like that in my career." They had no leads, no suspects, only a hundred questions. The case was almost impossible to crack, they thought early. Then Walker walked in, ready to offer new solutions. "What have you found, Walker?" they asked eagerly and quickly. Walker shook his head and sighed deeply. "Nothing," Walker replied, "Nothing but a pile of bones."