evidence

The door was half open, and a stream of the sickly yellow light fell into the corridor.She immediately knew, something was wrong. Two reasons, first, the door was open; second, the “pariah” bulb was on instead of the usual cheerful tube light.
She called out his name.
“That’s right !! When in trouble , call him”, her own mind chided her.
A dining chair was lying upturned in her path, the table cloth was askew, a faint whiff of an unfamiliar cologne,and another odor she was dreading to name.
The bedroom window had been thrown open, forced rather, chipping off a piece from the walls, the curtains dancing wildly in the unrestrained breeze.
“What the”, She leaned forward to shut the window, and crunched on broken glass.
A limpid , large pool of dark blood ,shimmered in the evening sun , on the floor, there were bloody smudges everywhere.

“That was the last thing I saw before , I passed out,officer.”
“Definite evidence of a struggle, and a crime, ” the cop spoke impassively into his walkie-talkie.