The rain fell hard on the cobblestone street. Detective Miles stepped out of his car. A single lamp flickered above the crime scene. Yellow tape blocked the entrance to the alley. He ducked under it, his coat dripping wet. A body lay crumpled near the brick wall. The victim’s face was pale and untouched. Miles knelt, his breath fogging in the cold. No weapon, no witnesses, just silent rain. He pulled out his notebook and pen. The first clue was always hidden somewhere. Tonight, it would not reveal itself easily. The city held its breath, waiting for answers. Miles stood up, his jaw set tight. This case would not be solved quickly.