The trail led back to a local tech start-up, where a disgruntled former engineer had used Arthur’s home as a test bed for a "silent exit" software he’d developed. He hadn't even known Arthur; the retired clockmaker was simply a random IP address on a list, an accidental casualty in a digital vendetta against a former employer.
The list of suspects was thin. Arthur was a man of habit, beloved by his neighbors and respected by his few remaining peers. His only living relative, a nephew named Julian, stood to inherit a modest estate, but Julian was halfway across the country at the time of death, verified by airport security footage and hotel logs. An Unexpected Killer
The victim was Arthur Penhaligon, a retired clockmaker who spent his days meticulously restoring 18th-century timepieces. He was found in his workshop, slumped over a delicate pendulum, his life extinguished not by a blade or a bullet, but by a precise, lethal dose of carbon monoxide. The trail led back to a local tech
Vance shifted her focus to the clocks themselves. She discovered that one particular piece—a rare French carriage clock—had been delivered for repair just days before. The client was an anonymous collector, but the shipping crate had a faint, lingering scent of lavender and ozone. Arthur was a man of habit, beloved by