Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCRANV4Q8RXWWMJ0XMH1Y7W

Rain hammered the greenhouse glass. Inspector Vale hated wet mornings. The body lay among orchids. Someone had arranged her hands. Palms up, fingers gently curled. A white bloom between them. Vale crouched beside the corpse. Her wristwatch had stopped working. Eleven forty, the crystal cracked. Constable Reed cleared his throat. The gardener found her here. He hasn't stopped shaking since. Vale studied the humid air. Nothing smelled like death yet. Only soil, water, and blossoms. Whoever killed Margaret loved flowers. Reed wrote that down carefully. The greenhouse door was locked. Locked from the inside, apparently. Eleven guests waited indoors, watching. One of them was lying. Vale stood and buttoned up. Let's begin with the gardener.