Back in the drawing room, the cast gathers a small crowd of remaining gala attendees. Vinny takes charge—holding a clipboard upside down and pacing awkwardly.

Vinny: “Okay! Uh… names and alibis! That’s what you do, right?”

Saul, slumped in a velvet armchair, mutters, “We all know it’s always the butler. Or… who’s the shrimp guy again?”

Ivy, firm and composed, addresses the guests: “Someone tampered with the food. If anyone knows something, speak now.”

Exi, raising his hands in his signature pose, chimes in: “If anyone saw a ghost, that also counts.”

Goots waddles between the guests with a legal pad: “We’ll be taking statements.”

NY, seated in the corner, flips through the guest list. “We’re missing someone. Veronica Mendez—her initials match the napkin.” This solve has promoted him from Detective to Deputy Sheriff.

Isen remains by the fireplace, his silhouette glowing in the firelight, quietly pouring another glass of gin.