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The old mansion stood silent against the dark cold winter sky. Detective Harris stepped through the heavy front door without knocking. A body lay crumpled at the bottom of the stairs. Blood had pooled beneath the victim's head like dark wine. She knelt beside the man and studied his pale face. His expression held surprise, as if death came without warning. The grandfather clock in the hallway had stopped at midnight. Five guests had been staying in the house that night. Each one claimed to have been sleeping through the murder. No one had heard a thing, or so they claimed. Harris pulled her notebook out and began writing detailed notes. The dead man was Richard Cole, owner of this estate. His wife stood weeping softly at the top of the stairs. Someone in this house was lying, and she would know. The truth always revealed itself if you asked enough questions. She looked up at the frightened faces watching from above. One of you knows exactly what happened here tonight, she said. The silence that followed told her more than any words could.