The night was dark and stormy. Detective Samantha Reeves stood under the flickering streetlights, her coat pulled tight against the chill. She stared up at the looming mansion before her, its windows dark and lifeless. The police cars and ambulances were already gone. Just an hour earlier, a grisly murder had been discovered inside - the body of the wealthy estate owner, brutally slain. Now it was Reeves's case to crack. She strode purposefully to the front door, her keen eyes taking in every detail as she crossed the threshold into the opulent foyer. There, waiting for her, was the coroner. Reeves greeted him curtly before moving deeper into the house to examine the crime scene for herself. The trail of blood led upstairs and into the master bedroom, where the dead man lay crumpled on the floor. Reeves crouched beside the corpse, noting the savage stab wounds. Clearly, this had been a crime of passion and rage. As the detective stood and surveyed the room, a sudden sound startled her. Reeves whirled around, her hand flying to her holster. There, peeking out from behind the curtains, was a pale and frightened young woman. Reeves narrowed her eyes, realizing this must be the victim's wife. The wife stepped forward hesitantly, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. "My husband..." she whispered hoarsely. "He's dead. Murdered." The words seemed to hit her then, and she crumpled to the floor in anguish, sobbing hysterically. Reeves moved to her side, placing a firm but sympathetic hand on her shoulder. "I know this is a terrible shock," Reeves said gently. "I'm so sorry for your loss. But I need to ask you some questions. Can you tell me what happened here tonight?" The wife lifted her head, her tear-stained face etched with grief and confusion. "I don't understand any of this," she choked out. "I was asleep in bed when I heard the screams. I came running and... and found him like this." She gestured weakly to the grisly corpse. "But he was alive just a few hours ago! We had dinner, watched TV together, went to bed. I have no idea who would do this!" Reeves listened intently, her mind already churning through the possibilities. An intruder? A jealous lover? Or perhaps... the wife herself? Reeves knew from experience that spouses were often the killers. She would