The rain fell without mercy. Detective Shaw entered the room. Blood stained the white carpet. A woman lay there dead. Her eyes stared at nothing. The window was wide open. Cold wind moved the curtains. Shaw knelt beside the body. No weapon could be found. This case would be difficult. He pulled on latex gloves. The victim wore expensive jewelry. Nothing appeared to be stolen. Someone had wanted her dead. A clock struck midnight softly. Shaw noticed bruises on her neck. The maid had found her first. She was sobbing downstairs now. Neighbors claimed they heard nothing. But someone knew the truth.