[ WP ] A woman and her husband were found dead in their home shot execution style . The police investigate the case but due to lack of leads the case goes cold . A witness comes foward with information that the dead woman uncovered a conspiracy at her work before being killed .

`` Well boys it looks like the Stanford case has run cold.'' said Detective Parker. He hated when this happened. You spend weeks working a case, weeks turned into months, sometimes even years. Then the damn thing runs cold. He takes a drag off his cigarette and opens the file one more time, hoping that he had missed something. 
 
 
 It was a fairly plain case, as far as double homicides go. Husband and wife both found shot in the back of the head execution style. No fingerprints of DNA evidence found on the scene. It looked to be the work of a pro. The only thing that did n't make sense were the victims. According to their friends and family everyone liked the Standfords. Mr. Standford was a big volunteer in the community, coaching softball and organizing charity events. Mrs. Stanford was much the same, always willing to bake a tray of her famous sugar cookies for the church's bake sales. Who would want to kill a couple like this? Police searched the house top to bottom but their were no signs of robbery. Money was n't the motive here; it seemed personal. 
 
 
 Detective Parker had a feeling. One that came from his gut and kept him cemented to his desk. These murders were n't just an act of random violence. Something big was behind them. But with evidence or witnesses he would never find out what it was. 
 
 `` Detective we have someone here to see you, say they have information but will only talk to a detective.'' announces one of the boys in blue. 
 
 `` Did they say what it was about?'' asks Parker. He takes another drag on his cigarette. 
 
 `` Yeah said it was to do with that double homicide you're looking into.'' 
 
 Parker freezes. He ca n't believe it. Just when he was about to mark it as a cold case he gets a break. He puts his cigarette out and bolts to his feet. 
 
 `` Put them in interrogation room 9.'' 
 
 Detective Parker puts on his suit jacket and starts walking towards the back of the building. Each step driving into the floor. Someone tries to ask him something but it's just white noise to him. He has a job to do right now. 
 
 Behind the two way glass sits a little mouse of a woman. Graying hair, lines around her mouth and eyes. Her clothes are a bit of a mess, like she had thrown on the first thing she found not caring if it as clean. She kept glancing around nervously, biting her finger nails. 
 
 `` Did she say anything else to you?'' asks Parker. 
 
 The uniform shakes his head. `` No she just said she wants a detective.'' 
 
 `` Go for a walk, give us some privacy.'' 
 
 The uniform leaves the room as Detective Parker opens the door to the interrogation room. 
 
 `` Good evening ma'am, I'm Detective Parker. I've been told you have some information for me?'' 
 
 The mouse looks at Parker nervously, eyes darting to the camera overhead then back down to him. 
 
 `` I should n't be here. This is going to get me killed just like them.'' the mouse squeaks. 
 
 
 `` Now I can assure you that you are safe, this is one of the most secure places in the city.'' 
 
 `` If it gets out that I talked I'm a dead woman!'' 
 
 `` Calm down ma'am please, just tell me why you're here.'' 
 
 The mouse settles down for a minute. Her breathing slows. 
 
 `` I know why she was killed. Why *they* were killed. I worked with her. She found out something that she should n't.'' 
 
 `` What did she find out?'' 
 
 `` I told her to keep her mouth shut. No one is supposed to know this I told her. I did n't want to hear what she had to say but she insisted. She kept saying there's one more! There's one more! They've been lying!'' the mouse shakes as she repeats the dead woman's' words. 
 
 `` There's one more what? What does that mean? Why was she killed?'' Detective Parker can feel it in his gut, something big. 
 
 `` Our bosses told us there was only 31. People always asked for # 32 but we never knew we had it. Mrs. Stanford got curious. She looked around and then she found it. Proof that # 32 exists! It changes everything! If the public finds out it will cost our company millions!'' 
 
 Detective Parker is getting confused now. What the hell could this woman be on about? 
 
 `` Ma'am what is # 32?'' 
 
 `` I should n't tell you, I should n't be here. They'll do anything to keep it quiet! The public would be outraged!'' 
 
 `` NOW DAMMIT YOU TELL ME WHAT IT IS YOU KNOW! WHERE DO YOU WORK?'' Detective Parker yells across the small metal table. 
 
 `` I work at... at...'' the mouse can hardly get her words out now. 
 
 `` Tell me or I ca n't protect you.'' 
 
 `` I work at Baskin Robins.'' the mouses head sinks to the metal table as all hope leaves her. 
 
 `` You mean....'' The Detective was starting to understand now. It makes perfect sense. 
 
 `` YES!!! THERE IS A 32ND FLAVOR!!!'' the mouse yells. She collapses back down onto the table, all her courage gone. 
 
 The detective gets up and walks towards the door. 
 
 The mouse raises her head and manages to ask `` Where are you going?'' 
 
 Detective Parker pulls out a cigarette and takes his time lighting it. After a drag he looks at her and says, `` I've got a sweet tooth.''
