The heavy rain fell upon the dark cobblestones. Inspector Grant pulled his coat collar tighter. A lone streetlamp flickered weakly in the gloom. He spotted a crumpled form near the gate. Its pale skin shone under the watery light. The dead man stared blankly at the sky. Grant knelt down beside the silent victim. A single red rose lay on the chest. Its petals were darkened by the cold rain. He knew this murder would not be simple.