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Detective Mara Quinn arrived precisely at midnight, cold and exhausted. The lighthouse door hung open, creaking ominously against violent wind. Inside, the victim lay sprawled beneath the shattered Fresnel lens. Blood pooled darkly around his immaculate expensive white dinner jacket. His right hand clutched a torn yellowed photograph very tightly. Mara noticed footprints leading toward the locked upstairs bedroom window. Someone had clearly wanted this murder to look perfectly accidental. But the second set of footprints told another chilling story.