The hallway was dark, cold, and ominously silent that fateful night. Detective Sullivan studied the bloodstained carpet, mind racing with theories. In the master bedroom, the victim lay sprawled across the bed. Her husband crouched weeping in the corner, hands drenched in crimson. Police secured the crime scene as the media frenzy erupted outside. Suspicion swirled around them, as Sullivan vowed to catch a killer. How could anyone want this innocent, loving woman dead so violently?