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The rain had washed the garden path completely clean again. Inspector Marlowe noticed this detail before she noticed the body. The man lay face down among the crushed white peonies. His right hand still gripped a heavy tarnished brass key. Nobody in the house would admit knowing what it opened. Three witnesses waited inside, and each was lying about something. Marlowe knelt down slowly and studied the dead man's face. She had seen this same man yesterday, buying flowers downtown. He had smiled at her and asked about the weather. Now his blood was mixing with rainwater in the gravel. Above her a curtain moved in an upstairs bedroom window. Marlowe did not look up, but she carefully noted it. Someone was watching her work and counting every small mistake. Then the rain began falling again, much harder than before. Whatever evidence remained outside would be gone within ten minutes.