The rain lashed fiercely against the cracked and dirty window. Lightning flashed briefly to reveal the man on the floor. He held a silver dagger buried deep within his chest. Red blood stained the expensive white carpet of the study. I stepped carefully over the broken glass near the door. No one else was inside the large and silent house. The killer must have escaped through the open garden gate. I dialed the police station with my shaking, cold hands. Tonight would involve many long hours of questions and lies.