Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5ZAF8MD62YNXVNPEJXR1Z

The grand clock struck midnight with a hollow, metallic finality. Detective Aris Thorne hated these pretentious, overwrought charity galas deeply. His polished shoes clicked across the marble floor impatiently. A single, sharp scream then sliced through the lively chatter. It came from the library, behind the ornate oak doors. He found the hostess slumped over her priceless walnut desk. A jeweled letter opener protruded from her back, glittering coldly. The French windows were open to the stormy night beyond. Only the portrait’s eyes witnessed the act, and they lied. Everyone outside this room was a suspect, including her husband.