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Cold rain fell hard against the windows of the manor. Detective Sarah Chen stepped inside and shook her coat dry. The old housekeeper led her slowly down the dark hallway. Lightning briefly illuminated the portraits lining the walls around them. Their painted eyes seemed to follow her every single step. The study door stood ajar at the hallway's very end. Inside, a body lay crumpled beside the large mahogany desk. Lord Ashworth's glassy eyes stared up at the ornate ceiling. A single bullet hole marked his fine gray silk pajamas. Dark blood had soaked deep into the Persian rug beneath. Sarah knelt down carefully beside the body and studied everything. The revolver lay just beyond his pale, outstretched right hand. Suicide seemed obvious, but Sarah never trusted anything obvious here. The gunshot residue on his fingers looked far too perfect. Besides, everyone knew the old lord was terrified of guns. Sarah noticed the wall safe behind the portrait stood open. The small velvet jewelry box inside sat empty and abandoned. The legendary Ashworth diamond had simply vanished into thin air. She knew at once that this was murder, not suicide. But killers never understand how much dead men can whisper. Thunder rolled outside as Sarah pulled on her latex gloves. Somewhere in this house, a killer was still waiting patiently.