It's not that she hates losing but she never gives up without trying hard, without giving her best and if her gut says she can do it then there is no turning back. She always puts her heart and soul into every assignment that she takes but the new case was proving to be more challenging than she had expected it to be. She had already given all that she had, she had spent days and nights trying to get her hands on clues, any clue yet the case had seen no progress. She was exactly where she had started.
Her instincts and wits had never failed her but the murderer, whoever he was, had done a neat job, leaving no clue behind him, challenging her abilities like never before. The neighbors hadn't seen anyone either enter or leave the victim's house. The murderer hadn't left fingerprints, though it was obvious that the victims had struggled for their lives. The crime scene was a mess with blood splattered everywhere, even so there wasn't any suspicious footprints.
Even the children weren't spared. The dog was killed, too. The dad was choked to death and the mom's veins were cut. The old-man's heart had failed him. They weren't robbed. There wasn't any apparent motive behind the murder. It was just utter barbarism. Work of a bloody sadist!
The commissioner of police suggested that they should close the case because he saw no use in hanging on to it but she wasn't ready to give up so easily.
The empty house was mourning because of its occupants' death and she felt like it was crying out the murderer's name to her. She wished she could hear it. She searched the house for an umpteenth time but she didn't find anything that would giveaway the murderer's identity. The constable, who had accompanied her to the crime scene, suggested, "ma'am, it's high time we close this case."
She knew that he was right but she just couldn't accept defeat. She left deciding to return another day. She hoped that then she would get lucky and see what she had missed to see the other times.
Her mom proposed another explanation that she would never believe, as long as she was in the right state of mind.
"C'mon mom! You don't really mean that, do you?"
"You got another explanation?" her mom demanded.
She snapped, "Just because it was a neat job, it doesn't mean a phantom killed them."
Her mom didn't argue back.
"Sir, just a little longer," she requested the commissioner but he wouldn't listen.
"You're obsessed with that case. You should know when to give up. The owner has put the house for sale. It's no longer a crime scene so don't show up at their doorstep unannounced." He warned her and she had no other choice but to give up. Damn! She had never lost a case or quit in middle.
A week passed and then a month, still she couldn't get it out of her mind. It kept haunting her dreams. She kept seeing a faceless person strangle a man and then stab a woman. She also started waking up in middle of the night, perspiring.
She could take it no more. She knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully until she solved the mystery. She decided to go to the house and watch it for awhile. She didn't want to wake up anyone and just wander around to make sure everything was alright. It was like she was almost expecting the murderer to show up to kill the new residents.
And when she was there, the house called upon her and she was at the door before she knew. The lights went off as soon as she knocked. "Fishy!" she thought. She knocked and knocked but no one answered.
"Anybody home?" She cried but she got no answer. The silence was creepy yet she continued knocking and calling out.
After awhile, she pushed the door hard and it gave away. She found the switches and tuned the lights on, and what she saw got her jumpy. The house was a complete mess and there was blood everywhere. It scared the hell out of her and she wished she had her gun.
She called up the police station and before she could tell anything to them, someone hit her from behind. She wanted to see the mystery man before she passed out, but there was no one around her.