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The snow began before midnight. By dawn, it concealed everything. Except the blood on glass. Detective Mara Voss noticed that. The window faced the garden. Its latch remained firmly locked. Inside, a pianist lay motionless. His hands rested upon ivory. One finger pressed middle C. The note had long faded. His guests waited outside, shivering. None admitted hearing a scream. None claimed entering the room. Mara studied their muddy shoes. Only one pair was clean. Those belonged to the corpse. Then the telephone rang upstairs. Mara answered before anyone else. A man’s voice whispered, “Listen.” The piano sounded downstairs again. Mara dropped the telephone receiver. Below, someone began to scream.