The body lay crumpled on the floor, in a pool of blood. The killer had fled the scene. Detective Reeves examined the crime with a furrowed brow. No obvious clues presented themselves at first glance. Reeves circled the corpse, his keen eyes roaming over every detail. A flicker of a movement in his peripheral vision made him turn abruptly. There stood a woman in the doorway, her face pale and drawn. "Who are you?" Reeves asked gruffly. "What are you doing here?" "I...I came home to find..." the woman stammered. "That's my husband lying there dead! Murdered!" Reeves narrowed his eyes. "Did you see who did it? Hear anything suspicious?" "No, I was out all evening. Shopping and dinner with girlfriends." Her voice trembled. "I'm stunned and horrified. Please, you must find the killer!" "We will," Reeves promised grimly. He glanced around at his team already processing the grisly scene. The victim had clearly been stabbed multiple times by someone in a blind rage. But who? And why? The questions hung heavy in the air, as the night deepened around the tragic tableau of death in this once happy suburban home shattered by violence and loss.