"Intense feeling too often obscures the truth." - Harry Truman

Megan Carter thanked the taxi driver, handed over a twenty-dollar bill, and got out of the car. She wasn't right in front of her apartment; there was a garden trail that led to the back entrance that she preferred to use. She lived in a safe part of town, and the trail was lit at night. She wasn't worried.

Humming to herself, Megan pulled out her phone to check Facebook as she walked. Her friend had just had a baby, and the little guy was so cute. She was typing a comment when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Glancing to the left, she didn't see anything. With a shrug, she continued to type. "Jonas looks adorable in that–"

She looked up, and her phone dropped from her hand. A man was standing two feet in front of her. He was so big and stocky that he seemed to take up the whole sidewalk and then some. Megan opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound, he had clamped a firm hand over her mouth. He produced a knife with his other hand and stabbed her twice in the abdomen.

Megan fell, staring at the man, who calmly wiped his blade on her shirt before turning and disappearing into the shadows.

Hello, everyone! This story came to me much more quickly than I thought it would. I tried to write it episode-style, so we're starting out with an image of the murder. Let me know what you think!