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Rain drummed against the windows. Inspector Vale hated wet mornings. The body lay face down. Blood pooled beneath the writing desk. Wait—blood pooled beneath the desk. Constable Reed guarded the door. His young face looked green. The study smelled faintly wrong. Someone had rearranged the books. Every spine faced the wall. That detail troubled Vale most. The housekeeper discovered him first. She swore nothing was stolen. Vale did not believe her. A teacup sat there, steaming. Two cups, actually, both used. So the killer drank tea. Vale knelt beside the corpse. The dead man's watch stopped. Its hands read exactly midnight. But the mantel clock disagreed. Someone had wound time backward. Outside, thunder split the sky. Vale straightened and sighed softly. This case would take weeks.