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Rain lacquered the station windows. Inspector Vale arrived alone tonight. The platform clock had stopped. Somebody had left roses nearby. Their stems dripped over newspapers. A body lay beneath benches. Its pockets held a ticket. The ticket named no destination. Vale knelt, studying the throat. One neat cut, still gleaming. Behind him, footsteps ceased abruptly. A voice whispered, “Too late.”