The rain poured down relentlessly, washing any trace of evidence that might have been left on the streets, not that they expected to find any on the streets. After all they knew this M.O too well, a locked room, a dead girl, a single stab wound through the heart. What really puzzled the investigators was the lack of any form of forced entry, all the rooms were bolted shut from the inside, now how could you possibly murder someone without opening the door? The police had initially suspected that the serial killer had used an alternate entry, or had used some kind of mechansim to lock the doors once he had stepped outside, but that too was proved wrong by the witness reports. All the witnesses said the same thing, No one had come to the dead women's houses.
The police desperately tried to push back the media that had gathered round the apartment of the latest victim. Even the rain didn't seem to dampen their vigor, afterall this was the most sensational news of the season, and if these murders were to continue undeterred – it might become the modern equivalent of the Jack the Ripper case – bloody and unsolved. They desperately tried to pass through or atleast get a shot of the police chief who was standing just behind the doors, in deep conversation with a man in a long trench coat whose face was well hidden.
Meanwhile, upstairs outside the victim's apartment stood two sentries guarding or rather ensuring that the individual, the live one, who was inside was not disturbed. The raven haired individual in question was lost deep in thought as he crouched next to the body nibbling the top of his thumb. This case was starting to get 'Curiouser and curiouser', he chuckled as he realized that he had just quoted Alice. He stood up, with his trademark slouch as he made his way round the room. The victim lay on her bed, her eyes closed and her face serene showing no sign of pain. Her auburn hair lay flowing round her, as she lay on the blood soaked sheets, making the scene look even more bizarre. If not for the pull of reality, the detective would have deemed this as a work of art. There was a single stab wound through the heart, and once the results on the blood work came it would show that the victim had been stabbed with a venom coated knife. Venom from one of the most venomous snake in the world, Ophiophagus Hannah or in lay men terms the infamous King Cobra. What an elaborate way to kill someone, he thought as he picked up his cell phone. He called up the first person on his speed dial and held his phone to his ear with his thumb and index finger. Handling it like it too was a vital piece of evidence. "Watari , I think we are done here, prepare the helicopter." without waiting for an acknowldgement, he calmly disconnected the phone and slipped it into his pockets. He turned to give the victim one last glance as he shuffled out of the room at his usual sedantry pace.
All the victims till now had been young, single women, who seemed to have nothing in common except for their enchanting looks. They had all been beautiful and slender, but their similarity ended at that. The police had tried to find a pattern, right from the simplest one like hair color, to complex things like ancestory, they had tried everything and drawn a blank, that was when they decided to bring in the best. The detective had been called shortly after discovering the fifth victim, and he had obliged by flying to the scene within an hour. Afterall, he knew the odds of him getting called to assist on the case was 100%.
His untidy hair and his baggy clothes fluttered as he stepped onto the roof, to get into the waiting helicopter. "I will track down the murderer and bring him to justice", he stated as he stepped into his chopper. "I am sure you will, L", Watari said smiling at his 'son' as he eased the helicopter off the roof.