The rain fell steadily on the cobblestone streets of Whitmore village as midnight approached the old abandoned textile mill nearby. Detective Sarah Chen stepped out of her vehicle and walked carefully toward the yellow police tape surrounding the scene. A body lay crumpled beneath the ancient oak tree where children had once played their innocent games so long ago. The victim was male, approximately forty years old, wearing an expensive suit that seemed entirely out of place around here. His eyes stared blankly at the stormy sky above while blood pooled beneath his head on the wet ground. Officer James Murphy approached her with a grim expression and handed over a small plastic evidence bag containing something peculiar. Inside was a single playing card, the queen of spades, with strange symbols drawn carefully in red ink on it. Sarah had seen this calling card before, exactly three years ago, when the Whitmore Strangler had terrorized this sleepy town. Everyone believed that killer was dead, buried in the cemetery on the hill after a dramatic confrontation with police. Now she wondered if they had caught the wrong person or if someone new was copying those terrible crimes precisely.