The police suspect Lewis of torching his own warehouse for the insurance. But they can't figure out how he did it.
The inspector stepped aboard. "What have we got, Lieutenant?" "A woman, dead. A man, missing." "Missing?" "Yessir. I have a dive team looking."
Someone's been naughty this Christmas. Can you solve the mystery?
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Eric Barton held Sylvia Weatherstone tightly in his arms, guiding her this way and that across the empty dance floor. She was thirty years his senior, but she moved with the practiced grace of a life long dancer.
RITA LOOKED OVER THE NOTES pinned to the tree, looking for one note in particular. Eventually, she found it, slightly covered by yet another posting. The note simply read, "Rita, I burn for you. Call me."