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The rain fell steadily against the tall windows. Detective Mara Voss stepped carefully across the polished marble floor. Somewhere above, a door slammed shut unexpectedly. She pulled on thin latex gloves and sighed. The mansion smelled of old wood and bitter coffee. Candlelight flickered across the portraits lining the grand staircase. Constable Dennis Hale waited near the library entrance, pale. "He's inside, ma'am, just as we found him." Mara nodded once and pushed the heavy oak door open. Lord Edmund Ashford lay sprawled across the Persian rug. A silver letter opener protruded from his chest. Beside his outstretched hand lay a single red rose. Its petals had not yet begun to wilt. Mara knelt beside the body and studied the scene. Nothing in the room seemed disturbed except one thing. The clock on the mantel had stopped at midnight. Someone in this house was lying, and Mara intended to find out who.