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The rain fell hard on cold, cracked pavement. Detective Lane stepped carefully over the yellow tape. A pale hand protruded from wet, dark grass. The victim’s face was partly hidden by mud. Her left shoe lay ten feet from the body. A silver locket dangled from her broken pearl necklace. Neighbors gathered quietly, whispering behind cupped, trembling hands. The flashlight revealed a small, bloodied garden trowel. No footprints marred the soaked, trampled flower bed. One red glove rested neatly on the porch step.