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Rain battered Blackthorn Manor all evening, but the scream arrived precisely when every clock inside stopped at eleven seventeen simultaneously. Detective Mara Vale found the hostess sprawled beneath her own portrait, wearing pearls nobody remembered seeing before that dreadful night. Her husband stood beside the fireplace, holding an empty brandy glass, while something dark dripped steadily from his immaculate cuff. The servants insisted every door had remained locked, although muddy footprints crossed the carpet and ended halfway up the staircase. Mara knelt beside the body and noticed a folded invitation tucked between cold fingers, addressed in her own distinctive handwriting. She had never met Lady Blackthorn, never accepted this invitation, and certainly never written the words waiting beneath its seal. Inside the envelope, a single line promised that before sunrise Mara would identify the murderer or become the second victim.