Mansion -alibi- Info

Elara looked at Silas. Silas looked at the floor. The chandelier’s crystals tinkled once, softly, as if laughing.

"The staff is you and Silas, tonight. The household was given the night off. Convenient." Mara crouched down, peering at a faint smear on the marble floor near the newel post. Not blood. Wax. Beeswax from a candle. Mansion -Alibi-

Detective Mara Vance stood in the center of the grand foyer, her wet coat dripping onto a mosaic of cerulean and gold. Above her, a chandelier the size of a small car glittered with malevolent indifference. The body of Julian Blackwood lay at the foot of the grand staircase, his sightless eyes aimed at the front door he’d never reached. Elara looked at Silas