Red Hands, Bleeding Heart
I knelt down and pulled out a bloodied linoleum knife. I twisted it around, narrowing my eyes to see if I could spot prints on it, but I didn't get the chance to as the door was slammed open and police stormed in with guns aimed directly at me. "Put the weapon down and get on the ground! Hands on your head!" I raised my hands slowly. "This isn't what it looks like."