Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8V04Z53MG2Z40B4B4587AP

The old mansion stood silent at the end of Blackwood Lane, its tall windows dark against the pale morning sky. Detective Clara Marsh ducked beneath the yellow tape and stepped through the front door, her badge catching the dim light. The body lay crumpled at the foot of the grand staircase, one pale hand still reaching toward the railing above. No blood was visible anywhere on the marble floor, which made the entire scene feel eerily wrong to her eyes. A shattered wine glass rested near the victim's left hand, the dark red liquid pooled across the cold white tiles. She knelt beside the dead man and noticed the faintest trace of something purple staining the corners of his lips. His name was Edward Holloway, the wealthiest man in the county, and someone in this house had wanted him dead. Clara stood slowly and scanned the shadowed foyer, knowing that the killer had likely been someone the victim trusted completely. Upstairs, a floorboard creaked, and every officer in the room froze, their hands instinctively moving to rest on their weapons. Clara raised a finger to her lips and moved toward the staircase, each step bringing her closer to the truth.