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The old lighthouse had stood at the edge of Dunmore Cove for nearly two hundred years without incident. Margaret Hale discovered the body just after dawn, her rubber boots sinking deep into the cold wet sand. The dead man lay face down beside the rusted iron door that led into the lighthouse base. She did not scream, which surprised her, because Margaret had always considered herself someone who would definitely scream. Instead she pulled her wool coat tighter and stared at the pale hand reaching toward the gray water. Detective Rowan Finch arrived forty minutes later, his black car cutting slowly through the thick morning coastal fog. He had seen seventeen dead bodies in his career, but something about this one felt immediately and deeply wrong. The lighthouse beam still rotated above them, casting its slow cold light across the rocky and indifferent shore. Finch crouched beside the body and noticed the small brass key clutched tightly inside the dead man's fist. Margaret watched him work and realized with a hollow certainty that she recognized the dead man's expensive brown shoes.