Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKB0XEH5677JS2JY66EX079

Rain hammered the sleepy town. Neon flickered over deserted harborfront. Detective Mara Quinn watched silently. The sirens wailed behind her. Blue lights stained puddled asphalt. She tugged up her collar. November wind sliced through wool. Crime tape fluttered like bunting. Harbor patrol boats bobbed restlessly. Onlookers clustered by the railings. Voices hushed as Mara approached. Officer Delgado lifted the tape. "Evening, Detective. Nasty one tonight." Mara stepped past, boots crunching. Broken glass glittered among gravel. The body lay beside moorings. Male, mid-thirties, expensively dressed tonight. Rain collected in his eyes. Blood trailed toward the water. A silver watch ticked faintly. Mara crouched, studying each detail. Wallet untouched, phone missing entirely. Delgado shifted, breathing behind her. "Harbormaster says nobody heard anything." Mara noted the silent warehouses. Dark windows watched like jurors. Somewhere, rope creaked against pilings. She smelled oil, salt, diesel. "You ran him through dispatch?" "Name's Lucas Vane, investment consultant." Delgado checked notes, brow furrowing. "Lives uptown, near the promenade." Mara's gaze drifted toward darkness. A yacht engine coughed nearby. Rain blurred footprints across planks. Only one set approached Lucas. None turned away from him. "No struggle, no witness, nothing." Delgado swallowed, eyes on water. "You think this was random?" Mara studied the flawless suit. Fingers brushed a damp cufflink. Its emblem matched the harbormaster's. Outside, the tide kept rising.