Detective Reed studied the crime scene—a locked room, a dead man, and a single glass of whiskey. The only exit was bolted from the inside.

The victim, Henry Cross, had been poisoned. No sign of forced entry.

Reed noticed the condensation on the whiskey glass—freshly poured. He touched the window. Unlatched.

Stepping outside, he found footprints leading to the fire escape. The killer had poisoned the drink, handed it through the window, and locked it afterward.

"Smart," Reed muttered, turning as a shadow moved behind him.

Too bad the killer wasn’t smart enough to leave town.

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Detective Reed studied the crime scene—a locked room, a dead man, and a single glass of whiskey. The only exit was bolted from the inside. The victim, Henry Cross, had been poisoned. No sign of forced entry. Reed noticed the condensation on the whiskey glass—freshly poured. He touched the window. Unlatched. Stepping outside, he found footprints leading to the fire escape. The killer had poisoned the drink, handed it through the window, and locked it afterward. "Smart," Reed muttered, turning as a shadow moved behind him. Too bad the killer wasn’t smart enough to leave town.

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