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Rain hammered the greenhouse glass. Inspector Vale hated wet mornings. The body lay among orchids. Her name was Margaret Ashby. She was sixty and wealthy. A trowel pierced her throat. Blood had dried on petals. Nobody heard her final scream. The greenhouse door was locked. Locked from the inside, apparently. Vale crouched beside the corpse. Something glinted beneath her hand. A brass key, badly bent. Not the greenhouse door key. Sergeant Dunn cleared his throat. The family waits inside, sir. All five of them, together. Each one claims complete innocence. Vale pocketed the bent key. Someone here was lying already. Rain kept hammering the glass.