Rewind to the Solution

Detective Pinn crouched down. The corpse lay beside an armchair, stretched out on the floor, wearing only a white robe. It belonged to a fifty-five-year-old man named Charles Parker, a Scottish archaeologist who traded in his own findings.

And nothing else. There was no trace of the murder weapon, nor any clue suggesting the motive for the crime. Only a wound in the chest —a stab wound that could only have been caused by a criminal. There were no signs of forced entry on the door, nor any indication that someone had broken in uninvited.

“Approximate time of death: between five and six hours before the mailman found him,” said Carla, the police officer who was with the detective that same morning.

The two had been having coffee when the station called them for assistance, as they happened to be right next to Charles’s apartment.

“Good thing I was with you —a fine forensic officer,” Pinn complimented her.

“Focus, detective. Let’s see if we can finish this before the others arrive.”

The detective examined the corpse carefully. Aside from the wound and all the surrounding blood, there was only one detail that stood out as unusual: crumbs of cake on Charles’s shirt collar and at the corners of his lips.

"Is there any dessert in the kitchen?”

Carla, who was already searching it, replied while closing the fridge.

“Nothing like what we’re looking for.”

There was no trace of blood anywhere except on the victim’s clothing. The room was very tidy, except for the TV remote lying on the floor. Pinn picked it up carefully and pressed a button. A screen on the other side of the room lit up.

Both of them slowly turned toward the television. The news was on. Pinn grabbed the remote eagerly.

“Between five and six hours, you said, right?”

The detective rewound the channel until he found the program that had aired during Charles’s death.

“It’s the midday news,” Carla remarked, watching as the anchorwoman announced that day’s headlines:

Mayor arrested for driving under the influence.

Mysterious figure spotted on security cameras during illegal drug exchange.

Experts discover that the famous Pearl of Pikpik is a plastic forgery.

The detective scratched his chin, deep in thought. Then it was as if a spark had gone off above his head. He gave a half-smile, confident.

“I’ve got it. I know who the killer is.

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