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Rain hammered the cobblestones outside the old Blackwood Manor gates. Detective Harlan Vance stepped carefully across the slick stone path. A single light burned in the third-floor library window. The butler waited silently beneath the dripping wrought iron archway. His face betrayed nothing beyond a practiced, professional cold composure. "She is upstairs, sir," he murmured through pale, trembling lips. Vance nodded once and followed him into the shadowed foyer. Portraits of dead ancestors watched them climb the creaking staircase. Somewhere deep below, a grandfather clock struck midnight with authority. The library door stood ajar, spilling amber light into darkness. Lady Blackwood lay sprawled across her husband's enormous mahogany desk. A silver letter opener protruded from her embroidered silk blouse. Blood had pooled beneath three scattered pages of torn correspondence. Vance crouched low and studied the victim's wide, frozen eyes. "Nobody leaves this house tonight," he said without turning around.