[ WP ] Several mysterious murders are happening all over the country and they have nothing in common . The only connection : There is always a pure white cat at the crime scene .

Another one. Jones struck his desk. Turns out he was angrier than he thought, and hit it too hard. A few people turned to look at him, and then resumed working. He reread the case report. Just like always, it was nothing like ever. He cursed under his breath and checked his watch. End of the day. He glanced at the paper cups scattered across his desk, all-to-familiar logo staring back at him. He picked up the closest one, took the lid off, and discovered a few inches of cold coffee left. He drained it. `` Might as well keep working on this at home.'' 
 
 A proper mug in his hand, warm tea in it, slippers on his feet, freshly showered, Jones sat down at his desk at home and opened up the case file. Technically this was against policy to ensure no one brought sensitive information home. Jones did n't care. As he pored over the papers in front of him, he felt the familiar softness of his cat rub against his leg. `` Hey buddy. You have any idea what's up with thi-'' 
 
 He liked his cat. It was a Russian blue, with a perpetually disinterested look on his face. He was just friendly enough to be entertaining, but not so much so as to be annoying. The cat at his feet was pure white. He picked it up and looked at it. *Meow. * 
 
 Then, there was a knock at his door.
