Vennela Bennet And The Soaked Cloak

Rise and Shine, Vennela!

It was a Sunday morning. The number 8 , Dock Street in England was as normal as a country street would be on a Sunday morning .
The alarm on Vennela's smart phone rang. She woke up with great remorse. "Its 7 already!" she muttered lumpily. She tied her hair into a bun and went downstairs calling her dog, Sam. Sam the Labrador came running with a ball in his mouth. "Not now Sammy. Get the post, will you?" He obeyed and went outside on the freshly mown grass with the dew drops sparkling on it.
She checked the phone for any messages from her colleague at The Samson Detective Agency, where she was the new joiner of the serial killing branch. There were no messages but when she opened her agency page she saw some file works pending. Sam came with the posts. She saw that 3 of them were bills and one was a grubby looking package wrapped in brown plastic and 'PRIVATE and CONFIDENTIAL ' written on it. She looked at the sender's address. It said 'A philanthropist.' She hesitated but opened it. She felt a spasm of horror in her heart and felt a drop of cold sweat run down her spine, it was a black cloak soaked in blood. A note was enclosed with it. It said "Rise and Shine Vennela Bennet !".