You were a detective. The best there was, you’d solved hundreds of homocide cases.

But this one was different. You had no leads at all, the killer left nothing. No communication or anything.

Your shift had just ended and you stopped at a bar on your way home. You sipped on your drink, your mind racing with thoughts.

A woman sitting down beside you, caught your attention. She was beautiful.

“Good choice of drink.” she smiled at you.