The heavy rain beat against the glass window panes. Detective Mills stepped inside the quiet and dark room. A dead woman lay upon the plush velvet sofa. Her blue eyes stared up at the white ceiling. No footprints were found on the wet wooden floor. He knelt down close to inspect her cold hands. A gold ring was missing from her left finger. The bitter smell of almonds filled the stale air. Mills knew that time was running out very fast. The killer might still be hiding within these walls.