Run: 2026-10-09-01M4FXHCZ7XDK4S2V34H3JZ0TT

The rain had been falling over Ashford Manor since dawn, and nobody in the household had slept well that night. Detective Inspector Harold Finch arrived at half past seven, carrying an umbrella and a grim expression that suggested serious trouble. Lord Edmund Ashford lay motionless beside the library fireplace, a silver letter opener protruding from his chest like an accusation. Nobody had touched the body, according to the maid, who had screamed loudly enough to wake the entire sleepy village. Finch knelt beside the victim, noting the untouched teacup, the muddy boot prints, and the open window facing the gardens. Somewhere in this house, a killer had remained calm enough to tidy the study before the first light of dawn. Finch looked up at the assembled suspects and felt the familiar chill of certainty settle deep within his weary heart.