Run: 2026-10-13-01M4TAYQH4ESTP0ARPFZHT3XFQ

Rain hammered the glass while Inspector Mara Voss counted the elevator buttons and tried not to touch the polished brass. Upstairs, the gallery lights were still burning, although every witness insisted the final guest had departed before the thunder broke. The victim lay beside a shattered champagne flute, one glove missing, one cufflink gleaming beneath the white piano in silence. A red thread crossed the Persian carpet toward the conservatory, stopping where the winter roses stood black with frost tonight. Mara photographed the thread, then noticed the victim's watch still ticking, although its engraved hands pointed backward toward eleven exactly.