Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCPYF6QSD754RWH4TSXR77B

Rain hammered the slate roof. Detective Mara Voss knocked twice. Nobody answered the heavy door. She pushed it open slowly. The hinges shrieked like gulls. Inside, candles burned down low. Wax pooled across the floorboards. A grandfather clock had stopped. Its hands pointed to three. Mara counted seven wine glasses. Only six chairs sat empty. The seventh lay overturned nearby. Red spread beneath the tablecloth. She lifted the linen edge. Harold Finch stared back up. His eyes held no surprise. The knife was still warm. Mara did not touch it. Instead she studied the room. Six coats hung by entry. Six pairs of wet shoes. So the guests remained here. Someone in this house killed. Upstairs, a floorboard groaned once. Mara reached for her radio. The battery had gone dead. Thunder answered her soft curse. She climbed the stairs anyway.