The instant you open the bedroom door you smell something that smells bad. That, besides for being an akward, barely grammatical sentence, is the understatement of the century. The smell is worse than bad. It is sickening. As you look in the bedroom, it's not hard to guess what is causing it.
Maureen's body is lying on the bed. She is dressed in a skimpy pink nightgown. Her brown hair is laid out on her pillow. Wrapped around her neck is a black cord. There are bruises on her neck that, along with the cord, make it appear she was strangled.
You call your boss at the Police Station and tell her what you have found. She tells you that everybody else is working on other stuff, so you'll have to work it by yourself.
Go back to the living room.
