There it was, scores of bystanders daring to get a look, police maintaining the perimeter, the rain poured down from heaven onto everything. Her body laid there cold and lifeless, the colour of her skin had well and truly begun to turn that sickly off white colour that paints the dead.

A shadowy figure started emerging through the distant hanging smoke, how was there smoke in an alleyway like that? I can't really say, there wasn't any vents around, but that's beyond the point. The sound of sharp and short footsteps on the wet pavement echoed throughout, the police officers on duty, turned and raised their trusty flashlights; but to no avail, that damn smoke was just too thick.

"Who goes there??? This is a restricted crime scene, authorised personnel only" Shouted out one of the police officers.

Silence was the only reply they received, so he turned to the closest man next to him, they both gave each other a nervous look and in tandem pulled out their .38 revolvers, definitely not standard issue.

The first article of the approaching silhouette to breach the wall of billowing smoke, was a beige overcoat, followed by shiny black dress shoes and a black felt fedora.