C350 The Murder in the Middle of the Night!

In the late March nights of early spring, the occasional chirp of insects added an eerie touch to the darkness. A breeze rustled the heavy curtains in the hospital room, hung during the winter and not yet replaced as the weather hadn't fully warmed. The wind lifted a corner of the thick drapery, letting the night air seep in.

The person in the hospital bed was already asleep