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Mrs. Eleanor Wainwright is dead. A scream shattered the silent night. Someone found the body. The grand house was locked. But a window was open. A cold draft blew inside. Detective Miles arrived soon after. His tired eyes scanned everywhere. Nothing seemed out of place. Except for the corpse. A single bullet wound. Blue lips, a startled expression. No weapon was nearby. An empty glass sat. Melted ice remained inside. The family gathered downstairs. Their faces were pale masks. Each one told stories. Contradictions hung in air. Someone in this room. They are lying to me.