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Rain hammered the old manor. Thunder rolled across dark hills. Inside, the grandfather clock stopped. Lady Ashworth screamed from upstairs. Every guest froze in place. The butler dropped his tray. Silver spoons clattered on marble. Detective Harlow rose very slowly. She had expected this night. Someone here had wanted blood. She climbed the creaking staircase. The bedroom door stood open. Candlelight flickered across the floor. Lord Ashworth lay perfectly still. A dagger jutted from him. His wife trembled beside him. Her hands were stained red. "I found him," she whispered. Harlow studied the open window. Rain was pouring through it. Yet the carpet stayed dry. Nobody had entered that way. The killer was still inside.