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Stephanie’s grandfather had been murdered in his study. The police said the room had been locked from the inside. No one could have gotten in or out.
He was strangled by hand so it wasn’t a suicide. The police determined the murderer could not still be in the room.
Steph knew better. She had been part of his writing since she was six and old enough to compose her first childish mystery.
She worked through the stack of books on his desk. The one he’d received by mail just before he died; his latest novel. Grandfather’s killer was hiding inside.
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