Fog rolled through the streets. Lamps cast a dim glow. A woman screamed in fear. Her voice filled the night. Detective Vance heard the sound. He ran toward the alley. The smell hit him first. It was the copper scent. He found the body there. A young man lay dead. His eyes stared at nothing. The knife pierced his back. Vance knelt down beside him. He checked for a pulse. The skin was cold now. Who had done this deed? Vance stood up very slowly. He saw a note there. The ink was still wet. See you again quite soon. The killer had watched him. The game had begun now.