Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCSPPN5095N5SPJJAK27JT3

Rain lashed heavily against the dirty window of the office. Detective Thomas poured himself another glass of cheap, amber whiskey. The midnight telephone rang, shattering the quiet of the room. He picked up the receiver and listened to the panic. A body lay cold upon the polished mahogany library floor. Lord Harrington was dead, stabbed directly through his wealthy heart. No one had entered the mansion during the violent storm. The killer was definitely still inside with the trapped guests. Thomas grabbed his heavy coat and headed into the night. This complex case would require every ounce of his skill.