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The rain had not stopped. Detective Mara Vance hated Tuesdays. This Tuesday would prove worse. The body lay face down. Blood pooled beneath the piano. Someone had closed the lid. Mara noted that small detail. Killers rarely tidied up afterward. The dead man wore gloves. White silk, one badly torn. Rain drummed against tall windows. Uniformed officers murmured near doorways. Nobody had touched the wine. Two glasses stood on velvet. Only one held any lipstick. Mara crouched beside the corpse. His watch had stopped completely. Eleven seventeen, the previous evening. The housekeeper claimed she slept. Everyone in this house lied. Mara stood and turned slowly. The piano bench was warm.