ELEVEN
Despite having had enough sleep, Brian felt groggy as he unlocked the door to his place of business. Coffee was definitely the first order of the day. He walked through the darkened customer dining area, pushing open the swinging door to the kitchen, but his foot touched something as he attempted to cross through. Hard to tell what one of the employees had left on the floor. Brian reached behind to the wall and flipped on the overhead lights. What met his eyes was totally unexpected.
A woman’s body was lying face down with the legs askew and both arms flung out to the side. Her pink uniform was stained red, with blood pooled around the form. The tip of her blonde ponytail was marinating in the red liquid. What was even more alarming was the butcher knife sticking out from her back
