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There was no smell; the body had been removed. Detective Slade made his way through the house, examining the other rooms. He unlocked the basement door, having acquired a spare key to the house from the victim’s sister. He descended the creaky stairs, banishing the darkness with a flick of the light switch. The basement was unexpectedly dry. There was a rack hanging with laundry. It was dry. The rack was next to a washer, which was loaded. The cover was up and there was a scoop of laundry detergent waiting to be added. It seemed the victim was interrupted.