The police suspect Lewis of torching his own warehouse for the insurance. But they can't figure out how he did it.
The big house is awash in light. In the center of a huge floodlit terrace, Theo Manz lies on a chaise longue, blood sprayed out behind him, his eyes transfixed upon the stars.
Someone's been naughty this Christmas. Can you solve the mystery?
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"I can't believe you bought that piece of junk," George Walters grumbled. It was a faux marble statue of Venus, standing on a weathered wooden clamshell. And it was ugly.
Yes, Ted, this is the future of America!" Stan exclaimed. "Personal, unbreakable safes with a combination known only to the buyer. No two combinations alike, even with millions made." Ted had only known Stan for a few weeks, but from the first day he...