The antique chandelier swayed gently, casting dancing shadows across the living room. Sarah twirled, arms outstretched, mimicking its movement. She’d just finished staging her new home and was absolutely buzzing with excitement. A little dance, a little song; why not? Sunlight streamed through the bay window, illuminating dust motes that pirouetted in the air, mirroring her own giddy energy. The realtor had mentioned the house's history, a brief brush with local notoriety, but she hadn't paid it any mind. Now, admiring the freshly painted walls and meticulously arranged furniture, the notion of anything unpleasant seemed ludicrous.
A knock on the door broke her reverie. The police. With a broad grin, she swung open the door, ready with a witty greeting. “Well, this is unexpected! Come to admire the décor?” She chuckled, gesturing them inside, her hand sweeping towards the meticulously placed couch pillows.
The officer’s expression was grim. "Ma'am, we need to ask you some questions about the previous owner." His words hung in the air, a discordant note to her otherwise buoyant mood.
Her smile faltered, her shoulders slumping just a fraction. "Of course, anything. Though I must confess, I find myself rather absorbed in perfecting the art of cozy." She tilted her head, a confused look on her face. What could this be about?