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The body lay crumpled beneath the old oak tree outside. Detective Sarah Mills arrived at the scene before dawn broke. She knelt beside the victim and studied his pale face. No identification was found in any of his coat pockets. A single red rose had been placed upon his chest. Its thorns had drawn small drops of blood on him. Rain began to fall softly across the dark empty street. The nearest officer approached her with a grim tired expression. He said the neighbors had not heard a single sound. Sarah stood and gazed at the houses lining the road. Every window was dark except for one on the corner. Behind its curtain a shadow moved quickly and then vanished. She made a mental note to visit that house first. This killing was not random and she already knew why. The rose was a signature she had seen three times before. Somewhere in this quiet town a killer walked among them.