Squinting while her eyes adjusted to the bright sunshine, Sarah she stepped in to her backyard. She smiled to herself as she walked over to take down the offensive windchime. She thought the bells were soothing but they had obviously had the opposite effect on her rather surly patient, her sister Melanie. 

She had to stand on a lawn chair to unhook the windchimes. They were the kind of folk-artsy chimes you could buy at country gift shops, they were made from tarnished and abandoned forks and spoons.

Inside, Melanie was still sitting in the same position. She glowered at the now open closet door - empty except for the small amount of clothing she had brought to wear during her convalescence. 

'Windchimes, my ****.'

The sound that she had heard had come from the closet, she was certain of it. But Sarah had thrown open the doors and the closet was quiet; yet, Melanie couldn't stop staring at it. It was as if she looked hard enough the hangers might start moving again.

It looked like Sarah had fallen from the chair at first. She was sprawled on the ground next to the chair, which was on its side - a big puddle of blood outlining them both. The windchimes dangled above and it looked like Sarah had used the chair to reach them for some reason. Or, at least that's what Detective Canada Morrison thought when she arrived at Sarah's house with her partner Rick Mandiville.

"Ya but why would she come out here in just her bra?" asked Rick. Sara wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Maybe the windchimes were bugging her and she finally just snapped?" It was pretty windy today after all...

The police detectives started to doubt the innocent nature of her demise when they rolled her over and found a bullet hole in her back. And they had many more questions when they looked through the open window into one of the bedrooms and saw a single shirt hanging in an open closet with a round blood-stain on the back.  

They looked around the house. No one else was around.

"I wonder who put the call in?" asked Canada, as much to herself as to her partner.

"Maybe a neighbor heard the shot?"

Candace checked her notepad. "Well, no, the call came from inside the house. It was a female caller." 

  But no one else was around.