The lighthouse keeper was dead. His body lay twisted below. Waves crashed against sharp rocks. Nobody heard his final scream. Inspector Chen arrived at dawn. She studied the broken railing. Fresh splinters marked the wood. This was definitely not accidental. The keeper's wife seemed nervous. Her alibi sounded too perfect. She mentioned the insurance twice. Chen noticed her trembling hands. Three suspects had visited yesterday. The banker wanted the property. The nephew needed his inheritance. The mistress sought desperate revenge. Chen examined the lighthouse carefully. Blood stained the metal stairs. A torn photograph lay hidden. Someone had definitely pushed him. The storm was approaching fast. Evidence would soon be lost. Chen had very little time. The killer remained among them.