The mystery?🤫

Previously

…He looked at Eleanor, her face pale and drawn. Her complicity, her knowledge, was a heavy burden. But Corbin’s focus was on the perpetrator. Arthur Pendelton. He would be found, of course. The pieces were all there, the motive undeniable. The case of Alistair Finch, the prominent figure found dead in his locked study, was nearing its end. And the killer, the one hiding in plain sight, was about to be revealed. The town would shake its head, marveling at the audacity, the chilling precision. And Corbin, as always, would turn his gaze towards the next mystery, the next thread to unravel, knowing that the truth, however ugly, would eventually surface.