A tragedy occurred in the small quiet town of Madre Linda, a chain of events that shook the town and its residents to their core. Love Quinn-Goldberg committed multiple murders including a reporter, the wife of a tech genius, a family man and eventually her beloved husband Joseph Quinn Goldberg. The downfall of the Quinns shook the town to its core. Thirty-five years have passed since then. One man who lived in the small town, Henry Forty Ferguson, a homicide detective, transferred to Dallas, Texas.

Henry finally unpacked all of his things in his apartment. His first day of work isn't until tomorrow so he has some time to himself. He puts on his favorite cartoon, Infinity Train. I honestly can't believe they canceled this show, it's so good! He thought, he watches the show until he eventually falls asleep on the couch.

When he wakes up, it's nine in the morning. "Oh shit!" He yells. He quickly gets ready and heads off. He arrives at the station and settles into his new desk; he is greeted by another officer. "You're the new guy, right?" The officer asked. Henry nods his head. The man sticks his hand out, "Lieutenant Marcus Graham, and you are…"

"Detective Henry Ferguson, nice to meet you sir." The two men shake hands. "I saw your records; you've got a pretty good solve rate." Mark added. "Thank you, sir, I appreciate the compliment." Henry responded.

"Sorry to spring this on you but a murder case just came in, and as I said before you've got a pretty good solve rate. I'm going to need you to head to the crime scene right away." A woman walks up to the two men. "This is Detective Juliette Bellamy; she will be assisting you during this case. The two of you should go right now. I will send Bellamy the address."

The car ride for a while was quiet until Henry decided to break the silence. "So…how long have you been in the police force?" He asked. Juliette doesn't answer; okay she's a little stubborn.

"What made you join?" Again, he gets no answer.

They arrive and the two detectives get out of the car. They head to the house where the murder took place and are met by two police officers. "What's the situation?" Henry asked the officer. "The victim's name is Roxanne Smith, age fifty-three. She died in her own home last night around 9:15 pm."

"Any witnesses?" Juliette asked. "Yes, her neighbor Laila Davis discovered her body a few minutes ago. Bellamy, I'd be careful when talking to her; she seems VERY shaken up."

"As long as she cooperates, I will be lenient on her." Juliette walks over to the neighbor. The police officer places his hand on Henry's shoulder. "Hey man, don't take what she says too personally."

"I won't." Henry follows Juliette over to a shaking Laila. "Hello ma'am, I'm Detective Ferguson, this is Detective Bellamy; we're here to ask a couple of questions about the murder. If that's alright with you?" Laila nodded her head. "Can you walk us through what you saw?"

"Y-Yes, I went out to get the mail from my mailbox. I went inside my house and looked at my mail; some of the letters were addressed to Roxy. So, I went over to her house; when I went up to her door, I noticed it was cracked open. So, I went into her house. I walked around when I saw blood coming from her kitchen. I went in and I saw her lying on the floor. She…She was dead."

"Did she have any enemies, anyone who would want to hurt her?" Henry asked. Laila thought for a moment, then spoke again. "I didn't know her that well; nobody here did. All I know is that she has an ex-boyfriend and a younger sister."

Juliette crossed her arms. "I can understand why an ex would have a motive for murder, but her sister?"

"Roxy and her sister Abby absolutely HATED each other. From what she told me. Roxy's ex-boyfriend cheated on her with her sister Abigail. When she caught them in the act, Abby told Roxy if she was hotter, it wouldn't have happened."

"They fought a lot; I suppose Abby's happy now that her sister's dead." Laila commented.

"What about her ex-boyfriend? Do you have any information on him, his name, where he lives?" Henry asked, Laila thought for a little bit, then spoke again. "Yes, I've met him before. He seemed really nice, and we got along really well. Roxy and her ex seemed really happy, until the breakup happened. She seemed shaken over it, but that was three years ago. I haven't seen him since." Henry took a mental note on the breakup. "Do you remember his name?"

"Yes, his name was Timothy Conoroy." Juliette writes everything down in her notepad and she looks back over at Laila. "Is there anyone else you know that would have a motive to do this?" She asked. The older woman shook her head, "I'm sorry detective, but I gave you all of the information I have, I hope you catch Roxy's killer."

"Thank you for your time, and don't worry we will." Henry said. The two detectives head inside the house. Henry and Juliette take note of all the broken pieces of glass. They see Roxanne's dead body and crouch down next to it. "Damn! Whoever killed her REALLY hated her. I mean look; a deep cut across her throat, a stab wound in her left arm, and one cut on her cheek." Henry noted, he looked around the room then continued. "There's a bunch of broken furniture. So, the victim struggled and knew who her killer was."

Juliette stared at Henry as he spoke. Whenever she looks at him, she gets this weird feeling in her chest. The feeling she knows him. Why do I have the feeling I met him before? She thought. "So, what do you think, Detective?"

Juliette thought for a bit, "We should take a sample of some of the blood on the walls and run the blouse for fingerprints." Henry gave her a confused look, "Test the blouse for fingerprints? As in take the blouse off her body and then test it?" She nodded, "If it means catching this woman's killer, absolutely! Plus, it's not like we have a choice, the killer cleaned up all of the hair." Juliette stood up, "I think we're done here; we should find the suspects and interview them." Henry shrugged his shoulders then stood up too. "I guess we should."

To be continued…