Grace Halloway
The scene was sterile, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood. Grace Holloway, a name whispered with respect and a healthy dose of fear in journalistic circles, lay still amidst the organized chaos of her apartment. The official report would later state: "Cause of death – blunt force trauma to the head."
Grace had been digging. Deep. Her exposé on city-wide corruption was a ticking time bomb, threatening to detonate the careers of several powerful figures. Mayor Thompson's name was frequently found in her notes, alongside those of known mob bosses like "Big Sal" Moretti. The list of potential suspects was long, each with a motive as sharp as the shard of glass discovered near Grace's body.
The police investigation would meticulously document the scene, the evidence, the whispers of disgruntled politicians and nervous associates. But, unofficially, the detectives knew the truth. Grace's death wouldn't just be a closed case; it would be a Pandora's Box, a testament to the price of truth and the power those in the shadows would wield to keep it buried.