Darkness crept through every window of the old Wilson house. Detective Sarah Miller parked her cruiser near the police tape. A body lay twisted and pale against the hardwood floor. Blood had pooled around the victim's head like dark paint. Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the scene in stark white light. The victim's eyes stared blankly upward, frozen in final terror. Sarah pulled latex gloves over her hands with practiced ease. The murder weapon was nowhere to be found, she noted. Forensics buzzed around the room like busy worker bees. Something about this scene felt different from all the others.