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Rain silvered the tall windows of Blackthorn House that night. Inside, twelve uneasy guests waited for dinner beneath watchful portraits. At nine, the ancient library clock suddenly refused to strike. Then a woman screamed somewhere above the vast darkened ballroom. Detective Mara Venn found Sir Julian beside the marble stairs. His dinner jacket was spotless, except for one missing button. A slender silver letter opener protruded cleanly from his chest. Yet the pale carpet around him held no visible blood. Mara knelt and noticed white frost melting on his cuffs. Beyond the glass, August rain still fell warm and steady. Every window was locked, and every door was carefully guarded. Then the dead man's telephone rang softly inside his pocket. Mara answered and heard her own name softly whispered twice. Behind her, somebody slowly turned the key in the lock.