The rain fell without mercy. Detective Shaw approached the house. Yellow tape surrounded the yard. A body lay inside waiting. Blood stained the white carpet. The victim was Margaret Cole. Her eyes stared at nothing. No signs of forced entry. Someone she knew did this. Shaw pulled on latex gloves. The room smelled like copper. A broken glass lay nearby. Red wine pooled beneath it. The clock read half past. Midnight had claimed another soul. Neighbors reported hearing loud screams. Nobody bothered to investigate though. This town kept its secrets. Shaw knelt beside the body. A single wound marked her. The knife was nowhere found. Her husband was conveniently absent. Shaw wrote notes in silence. This case would prove difficult. The truth hides in shadows.