The Noose Was Thick

My old roommate Katrina was found hanging in the basement of a dingy building. The body had been removed but I knew that she had been hanging from a thick, thick noose. The basement was muddy, metallic, and covered in graffiti. Certainly not the type of place where Katrina would go.

The Clouseau-esque investigators were wiping off fingerprints and moving evidence. I knew she had been set up by the mafia, but they wanted to close the case as a simple suicide. I yelled at them "DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO WORK A CRIME SCENE?" and decided to take the case into my own hands.