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A long, luxurious sigh escaped Amelia as she reclined in her newly installed claw-foot bathtub. The warm water, scented with lavender, lapped against her skin, soothing the ache in her shoulders. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the freshly tiled walls, making the room feel like a private oasis. She reached for the champagne flute on the little side table, the bubbles tickling her nose as she took a slow sip.

The previous owners had been quite the characters, the real estate agent had whispered conspiratorially, mentioning some "unpleasantness" in the past. Amelia hadn't paid much attention. She’d seen the beautiful bones of the house, the potential. All the other details were secondary.

She was engrossed, thinking of what color to paint the dining room, the thought bubbling up with joy. The newspaper clipping, tucked beneath the table, displayed a photo of the house. The headline starkly read, "Gangster Gunned Down in Lavish Home." A smile tugged at her lips as she closed her eyes, reveling in the silence, the peace, and the delicious secret she held.