A private eye stood in the doorway of a crime scene and shook his head. It was not unlike many other crime scenes he had seen before. A body lie on the floor, bloody and mutilated. Police first responders hadn’t arrived yet and so gave the P.I. a head start. He knew once the police got there he wouldn’t have access to the scene anymore. To say the police didn’t care for him would have been an understatement. The private investigator stepped over the body, careful not to step in the pooling blood or touch anything. The victim reminded him of his precious Charlene, his first love who crushed his heart years ago by threatening to leave him for another. Police never found Charlene’s body. He slowly pulled the knife out of the victim’s chest. After carefully cleaning the blade, he put it back in his tan overcoat’s inside pocket. He was confident that all trace evidence pointing to him was gone but wasn’t happy with how much fight this victim had in her.