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The old mansion stood completely silent beneath a pale moon. Icy rain had soaked each cobblestone leading to the door. Detective Walsh arrived at precisely half past twelve that night. She stepped over the yellow police tape without a word. The body of Lord Ashworth lay completely still and cold. His right hand still clutched a nearly empty wine glass. A single red rose petal rested beside his pale cheek. Walsh knelt down and studied the scene with quiet intensity. Someone inside this very house had just committed a murder. The only question was which of them had done it.