The cold rain fell hard upon the wet dark street. Detective Miller stood watching the dead body on the ground. Dark blood pooled around the head on the damp pavement. He saw a sharp silver knife lying near the feet. Who could commit such a crime in this small town? He bent down low to inspect the cold open hands. He saw that the coat pockets were both quite empty. A sudden noise echoed from the dark alley close by. Miller grabbed his gun and turned toward the loud sound. The killer was watching him from the dark silent shadows.