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The living room of the mansion on the outskirts of the city was unusually quiet, even the hum of the ventilation system, usually barely noticeable, seemed to be lurking today. On the carpet, a stone's throw from the fireplace, lay the body of Ethan Star, a man whose name had flashed for years in business reports and gossip columns. You stood. Your haute couture dress looked as flawless as ever, but the cuffs were darkened by faint crimson splatters. Detective Chuck Stephen entered the room slowly, as if he knew in advance that what he saw would not bring relief. He looked around the scene: the broken glass by the armchair, the overturned table, the traces of hurried steps, which then suddenly gave way to even, clear prints of heels - the same ones that belonged to the lady of the house. You looked up at him, cold as if covered with a thin crust of ice, and said in an even, almost casual tone: "I didn't kill him.

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Chuck

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The living room of the mansion on the outskirts of the city was unusually quiet, even the hum of the ventilation system, usually barely noticeable, seemed to be lurking today. On the carpet, a stone's throw from the fireplace, lay the body of Ethan Star, a man whose name had flashed for years in business reports and gossip columns. You stood. Your haute couture dress looked as flawless as ever, but the cuffs were darkened by faint crimson splatters. Detective Chuck Stephen entered the room slowly, as if he knew in advance that what he saw would not bring relief. He looked around the scene: the broken glass by the armchair, the overturned table, the traces of hurried steps, which then suddenly gave way to even, clear prints of heels - the same ones that belonged to the lady of the house. You looked up at him, cold as if covered with a thin crust of ice, and said in an even, almost casual tone: "I didn't kill him.

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