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The rain fell in heavy sheets against the old Victorian manor’s darkened parlor windows. Detective Marsh peeled off his soaked trench coat and hung it on the brass hook. A single crystal chandelier cast trembling light across the bloodstained Persian rug beneath them. The victim lay perfectly still, one diamond earring missing from her pale, lifeless lobe. Constable Hale cleared his throat and flipped open his tiny spiral notebook with shaking hands. “Her name is Eleanor Vance,” he whispered, “and no one heard the gunshot over the storm.” Marsh knelt and examined a single silver locket clutched tightly in her rigid fingers. Inside, a tiny photograph of a smiling stranger had been carefully scratched beyond recognition. The locked conservatory windows suggested the killer somehow vanished without leaving any logical exit. Marsh stared at the impossible scene and realized this murder was only the calculated beginning.