[ WP ] Reconstruct a well known children 's tale or setting into a murder mystery

Detective Ernie Rustle, 32 year detective for the NYPD, quickly stood up from his crouched position, folding away a handkerchief he had been using to collect blood from a body that could be mistaken for a sleeping dame. He grimaced. 64 was too old for this. In 3 more months he'd be living the good life with his wife in the Keys. He had hoped for a slow 3 months. Rarely in his career had he wanted more desk work than he did today. But of course this case had to come along. 
 
 
 In front of him, a girl lay face down in a red-hood, blood oozing from a series of lacerations on her back. Around her, the dense wood of the Black Forest of upper Bronx seemed to squeeze them, trapping them underneath its ominous branches. His partner, by his standards a newbie, was 3 year veteran detective Sam Paulie. Paulie was too new- too excited. Ernie vowed to put him in his place. Rather he did than a truly horrifying case did. 
 
 Ernie decided to review the facts once more.'She was on her own, right, this dame, with nothing but this basket? Full of sweets and cookies. Ai n't that right.'' 
 
 Sam reviewed the notepad he had been scribbling something unintelligible. It could have been his grocery list for his wife, and not notes that could be vital to cracking the case. `` That's right. Her mother said she left at 3:30 p.m., and forensics confirms the fatal blow was struck at 4:01 p.m.'' 
 
 Ernie looked at the series of deep scratches in her back, and the fatal blow- a chunk of her head missing. `` Do they know what weapon did it?'' He growled. This question had been unanswered by the chief while he was being briefed on his way down here. 
 
 
 `` Forensics claims a shard of some sort. A glass bottle, a shank, maybe even a dull knife.'' Sam read carefully. 
 
 
 `` Does n't look like a bottle that did the dame in...'' Ernie whispered, his hand expertly floating over the cuts. `` More like... Nails. If that makes sense. Did she have any enemies? A boyfriend that wanted to do her in? Gangs? Maybe little Suzie-Lin down the street thought little... Red-Riding-Hood here was a little too promiscuous at school.'' 
 
 Sam once again glanced down at the notes. Ernie rolled his eyes. He would have memorized the details within minutes of receiving them. `` Nothing we've found yet. She had filed a police report, however, some weeks prior... On the 17th of September. It was night, and she thought someone was stalking her. All the police found was something that looked like dog tracks- hardly a rape-to-be. Her mother said she was never in any gangs. Spent a lot of time at her grandma's.'' 
 
 
 Ernie glided his finger over the hood, and found spittle. He lifted it up to his nose, and smelled it. Dog spit? He was getting to old for this kind of crap.
