The relentless rain battered against the large glass pane of the dark stone penthouse suite entrance now. The water drumming on the glass created a rhythm that echoed through the long empty hallway now. Detective Miller looked at the body on the floor, motionless and looking incredibly pale and very cold now, sir. His tired eyes scanned the entire room for any sign of the intruder who might have escaped very quickly, sir. The body was that of Mr. Sterling, a wealthy man known for his cruel and stingy streak for sure now. Deep crimson blood pooled slowly on the expensive Persian rug near the shattered vase near the entrance door just now.