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Rain hammered the greenhouse glass. Inspector Vale hated wet mornings. The body lay among orchids. Her name was Margaret Colefax. Someone had arranged her hands. Palms up, fingers gently curled. One white petal rested there. Vale crouched beside the corpse. No blood stained the tiles. The soil smelled faintly sweet. Doyle coughed from the doorway. "The gardener found her, sir. Six o'clock, watering the ferns." Vale did not look up. "Locked doors mean patient killers." Every pane was fastened tight. Yet the orchids were disturbed. Something had walked between rows. Vale straightened, studying the shelves. Twelve pots stood in line. The thirteenth space sat empty. "Doyle, find the missing flower." Rain answered, drumming above them.