Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKABNRGV964BXG5SE6NBK4K

Rain stitched the harbor black. Sirens braided through distant alleys. I reached Calder House late. The butler's hands trembled slightly. He whispered the master's waiting. Footprints jeweled the entry rug. Wet wool perfumed the foyer. Lightning framed portraits like jurors. Calder lay beside the piano. His tuxedo hugged cooling silence. Blood threaded his monogrammed cuff. A glass rested, untouched, near. I noted mismatched piano keys. One ivory gleamed too new. The window latch wore scratches. Outside, tires hissed like snakes. Guests gathered, carefully measuring fear. The widow arrived without tears. Her pearls clicked like clocks. Someone finally asked about motive. I answered, motive usually laughs. But evidence never laughs twice. We started with the room. Rain darkened every questioning pause. The clocks kept uncertain time. Somebody kept time for him. And somebody killed him slowly. The piano waited for answers. Its lid mirrored every suspect. In reflection, someone avoided looking. I filed that small silence. Outside, the sirens braided back. Inside, the butler locked doors. We were finally all present. The storm took attendance again. I lifted the suspicious key. It matched the scratched latch. Our killer preferred quiet openings. So I opened every mouth. The widow blinked, pearls ticking.