Murder 101
Stephen awoke with a start. He bolted straight up in bed and looked at the glowing clock face. It was exactly 3:17 am. His heart was beating widely. His breathing was labored and short. The sheets wound around him were damp with his sweat. He could NOT get the picture out of his head.
The image of the bloody woman on the pavement, the street light streaming down, the smell of blood in his nostrils, and the greasy feel of blood on his hands still seemed so real. How ca