Murder by Chandelier at the Constellation Club

# The Velvet Rope

The body of Preston Fairchild lay crumpled beneath the chandelier in the members-only Constellation Club, a crystal droplet still swaying above his head. Detective Sarah Chen arrived at 11:47 PM to find three witnesses and one very expensive corpse.

"He fell at exactly 11:15," said Marcus Webb, the club manager, his bow tie slightly askew. "I heard the crash from the bar."

The victim was a hedge fund manager known for collecting enemies like some men collect watches. The chandelier's mounting bracket had been deliberately loosened—this was murder.

Three people had been in the building.

Marcus Webb, the manager, who'd worked there fifteen years. "Mr. Fairchild ruined my brother's company last year. But I was in the bar doing inventory. Alone, yes, but I have no reason to lie."

Diane Kross, Fairchild's ex-wife, dripping in diamonds. "I came to return his mother's necklace. We met under the chandelier at 11:10. He was very much alive when I walked to the powder room at 11:12. I heard the crash while I was fixing my makeup."

And James Porter, a young lawyer, hands trembling. "I had an 11:00 appointment about a merger. We talked in the lounge until 11:10, then Preston went to take a phone call in the main room. I stayed put, reviewing contracts."

Detective Chen examined the scene. The loosened bracket would have required tools. In the maintenance closet, she found a wrench with fresh scratches.

She studied the security footage. It showed Diane entering at 11:08, James at 10:58, but Marcus had been there since 5 PM. The camera covering the chandelier had mysteriously malfunctioned at 10:30.

"Who has access to the security system?" Chen asked.

"Only myself and the owner," Marcus replied.

Chen looked up at the chandelier, then at the three faces before her. "Here's what's interesting. This chandelier weighs three hundred pounds. When it fell, it would have made an enormous crash. Mr. Porter, you said you were in the lounge. That's on the opposite side of the building, through two sets of soundproofed doors. How did you hear it?"

James went pale. "I... I must have come out—"

"But you said you stayed put reviewing contracts. The lounge has no windows to the main room." Chen turned to Diane. "And Mrs. Kross, you said you were fixing your makeup when you heard the crash. I've checked the powder room. The door doesn't close properly—maintenance ticket was filed three days ago. You'd hear everything from the main room clearly. Yet you didn't hear Mr. Fairchild's phone call, which according to his cell records, lasted from 11:11 to 11:14, and he was reportedly shouting about stock prices. The powder room is closer to where he'd have been standing than where you claimed you were standing before."

Diane's composure cracked slightly.

"But neither of you could have loosened that bracket. It was done hours before, when both of you have alibis. You were both seen entering after 10:30, when that camera was disabled."

Chen turned to Marcus. "You sabotaged the camera and loosened the bracket during your shift. But you needed to ensure Preston stood in exactly the right spot at the right time. You needed accomplices to herd him there."

Marcus's face hardened.

"James, you kept him occupied until precisely 11:10, then ensured he went to the main room by telling him something that required privacy—probably that you'd call him. Diane, you then intercepted him under the chandelier, engaged him in conversation for exactly two minutes, then left. The bracket was designed to fail from the vibration of voices and movement beneath it. A timed murder."

Chen produced her handcuffs. "Preston Fairchild destroyed all your lives. Marcus's brother. Diane's settlement. And James, I'll bet we find he blocked your senior partnership. You conspired together—each providing alibis that were just slightly too perfect, too coordinated."

In the silence that followed, the chandelier's crystal droplet finally stopped swaying.


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