Synopsis

The rain hammered against the windowpane, mirroring the relentless drumming in Detective Harding’s head. The victim, a renowned art collector, lay sprawled amidst priceless artifacts – a grotesque tableau of wealth and violence. Each carefully placed object seemed to mock the chaos, a silent testament to a twisted mind. Harding surveyed the scene, his gaze lingering on a single detail: a small, almost imperceptible smudge of crimson on a pristine white glove. It wasn't the obvious brutality