The rain drummed against the windowpane with a steady, relentless rhythm. Detective Miller stared into the darkness beyond the glass. A single lamp cast long shadows across the cluttered office desk. The telephone rang, its shrill cry cutting through the heavy silence. He answered, knowing the call would bring only bad news. A woman’s voice, trembling with fear, whispered about a body. She gave him the address of an old, abandoned warehouse. Miller grabbed his coat and hat, his expression grim and determined. The city streets glistened under the cold, unforgiving streetlights. He drove through the night, the tires splashing through puddles. The warehouse loomed ahead, a dark silhouette against the stormy sky. He stepped inside, the air thick with dust and decay. A single light bulb revealed a figure lying motionless on the floor. The detective approached, his heart pounding with dread anticipation.