Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9VEZRBSHFMAFSJKZAYSFZ

Rain erased footprints along pier. Yellow tape fluttered, snapping warnings. Detective Mara Quinn studied everything. The body rocked with waves. Harbor lights painted bruises silver. Paramedics waited, already too late. Seagulls jeered above the sirens. Mara crouched beside the corpse. Male, thirties, dressed for celebration. Glitter clung to his knuckles. A party wristband encircled tightly. No wallet, no phone, nothing. His eyes stared past everything. Mara noted lividity, checked pulse. A jagged wound marred temple. Not from waves, she thought. Officer Diaz hovered behind her. He smelled of rain, diesel. Coasties found him near midnight. Floating face-down, wedged against pylons. Thought he was another drunk. Dock cameras were cut earlier. Mara's pen stopped mid-scribble suddenly. Cut by whom, and why? Diaz shifted, boots dripping seawater. He offered coffee, she refused. Her eyes mapped surrounding boats. Most cabins dark, curtains closed. Except one yacht glowing warmly. Music drifted, soft and wrong. Someone still celebrated the festival. Someone not asking about screams. Mara rose, raincoat whispering plastic. She told Diaz, 'Secure everything.' Then she walked toward yacht. Behind her, waves erased blood.