Blood on the shower curtain

Jayme had  been murdered, stabbed to death.  I was so upset and confused.  Whoever cleaned up didn't clean up everything, and there was still streaks of blood in the shower, like psycho or some shit.  At some point we had identified the killer and my consciousness zoomed in on his face, like i was studying it, and he was young, and I have no idea who he is or was, my mind just MADE UP this person... he had freckles and straight brown  hair that hung kind of awkwardly.