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The rain had not stopped for three days straight now. Detective Sarah Hollis pulled her collar tight against the wind. Officers had cordoned off the old Brennan mansion overnight. Yellow tape snapped violently across the broken front gate. Nobody inside had answered the door since Tuesday. Her partner, Marcus Cole, met her beneath the dripping oak. "Body's in the study," he said, already walking ahead. She followed him up the cracked marble steps slowly. Inside, the air smelled of smoke and old lilies. A single lamp still burned on the mahogany desk. Beside it lay Victor Brennan, face down, motionless. An empty brandy glass rested near his outstretched hand. Sarah knelt carefully and studied the faint red stain. Something about the angle of the body felt wrong. Marcus crouched beside her, frowning at the shattered window. "Glass fell outward," he murmured, "so someone broke in." "Or someone wanted us to think exactly that," Sarah replied. She turned slowly, scanning the room for anything out of place. On the mantel, a clock had stopped at 11:42. Her heart quickened, because she had heard that exact time before.