The Perfect Kill: #1 The beginning.

Every detective has that one case,
That one case, that one elusive face,
Today I narrate, one such endeavour,
Of a culprit, Oh! So clever,
They called her the best, ‘The One That Got Away’,
And yet I remember her, like it were yesterday.

The trees whistled on this cold and windy night,
As I stood at the corner of a street, not a soul in sight,
The street lamp flickered and let out a sound,
And I kept thinking of the body that we had found,
“The body was mangled”, the coroner had said,
“It seems like someone really wanted him dead”,
Murder it was, but was it a crime of passion?
The corpse laid out in a peculiar fashion,
Stabbed in the back and laid on a bed,
A white rose petal placed at the side of his head,
I remained puzzled, the circumstances were queer,
Even in his death he had no fear,
The murder was flawless, not one loose string,
No camera footage, no fingerprints,
Just a cadaver and his face,
One which was complacent with time and space,
The victim was a John Doe, no record, no name,
Yet with his murder he rose to fame,
This is the story of that one case,
That one case, that elusive face.