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Rain hammered against the windows of Ashford Manor that night. Detective Miles Corbin arrived precisely at seven minutes past midnight. The butler greeted him with a face drained of color. Inside the library, Lord Ashford lay sprawled across the carpet. A silver letter opener protruded from his starched white shirt. Blood had pooled beneath him in a dark crimson halo. Six guests waited anxiously in the adjoining drawing room beyond. Each claimed they had heard nothing unusual before the scream. Miles studied the scene with sharp, methodical, unwavering gray eyes. Someone in this house was lying through their perfect teeth.