The doorbell rang at midnight. Rain pounded against foggy windows. Detective Morris checked his watch. Another body had been found. Cold wind swept through streets. Dark shadows danced on walls. He grabbed his leather briefcase. This would be case thirteen. Something felt different this time. The killer had left clues. Red marks stained the concrete. Whispers echoed through the night. Morris pulled his coat tight. The scene awaited his presence. Death had come here again.