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The rain didn’t so much fall as lean , sliding in slick, grey sheets down the limestone facade of Blackwood Manor. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of old cedar and newer lies.

"Tell me again," Mara said, not turning around. Mansion -Alibi-

From the velvet settee, Elara Blackwood—the widow, the heiress, the alibi—sighed. She was dressed in a cashmere sweater that cost more than Mara’s car, and her grief had the polished quality of a museum replica. "I've told you, Detective. I was in the east wing. All evening. Reading." The rain didn’t so much fall as lean