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The bath is flooded with thick, crimson blood. The air is filled with a heavy, pungent scent rising from the tub. A man lies inside, his right arm flung out as blood drips from his fingertips. His head is tilted toward the ceiling, his eyes staring it down.
Detective Hunter Sterling is packing his stuff to go on a long-awaited vacation. The TV is playing in the background, He stops when a news reporter's voice cuts through the room, describing a grisly scene: a man found dead in a bathtub flooded with blood. The reporter notes that the police have already ruled the death a suicide.
He stood there, wondering what could drive a wealthy man like Mr. Arnold to take his own life, when suddenly his train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door. As he went to check, he spotted a letter lying on the floor. He picked it up and opened the door, only to be met by a gust of cold air; there was no trace of anyone there.
He flipped the envelope over and saw it was addressed to him, though it bore no sender's name. As he opened it, the fresh scent of roses emanated from the parchment. His eyes landed on a single sentence: 'The death of Mr. Arnold is not suicide; it is murder.' Aside from the message, there were a few stray droplets staining the paper-likely tears.
Who is this anonymous tipper, and will he be able to find the killer and serve justice?