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Rain hammered the manor windows. Lightning split the black sky. Inside, the grandfather clock stopped. Nobody noticed it at first. Twelve guests sat for dinner. Only eleven plates were touched. Lord Ashworth's chair remained empty. His wife smiled too brightly. "He is merely running late." The butler refilled her glass. His gloved hands trembled slightly. Detective Mara Quinn watched everything. She had come uninvited, naturally. An anonymous letter summoned her. It contained only five words. "Someone dies before midnight tonight." The clock read eleven fifteen. Then a scream echoed upstairs. Chairs scraped against marble floors. Quinn reached the stairs first. The study door stood open. Ashworth lay beside the hearth. His eyes stared at nothing. A silver letter opener gleamed. It protruded from his chest. Quinn knelt and checked him. His skin was already cold. Too cold for fresh murder. She glanced at his wristwatch. Its shattered face read nine. Behind her, somebody gasped softly. Quinn rose and faced them. "Nobody leaves this house tonight." Thunder answered her like applause. Downstairs, the clock resumed ticking.