The sound of rain hitting the cobblestone streets of London echoed through the dark alleyway, as Veronica stepped cautiously around the corner. Her eyes scanned the shadows, searching for any signs of movement. But it was too quiet. Too still.
She knew she should turn back, that this was no place for a woman to be alone at night. But something about the way the rain fell, the way it beat against her skin, called to her in a way she couldn't explain. She had always been drawn to the dark side of things, to the mysteries that lurked in the shadows.
And as she turned the next corner, she found the biggest mystery of her life.
The body lay sprawled out in the middle of the alley, the rain mixing with the blood that soaked through the woman's clothing. Veronica's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the telltale signs of murder. She had seen enough violence on the streets to know when something wasn't right.
Veronica approached the body cautiously, her eyes scanning the scene for any clues. She could see the woman's face now, her eyes still open in a silent scream. But it wasn't just the violence that caught Veronica's attention. It was the way the body had been posed, almost as if it were on display.
Veronica knew she had stumbled upon something big. Something that could change everything. She took a deep breath and prepared to do the one thing she was good at: investigating.
