"I'll be there in five," Sasha said, answering her colleague's pleas. 

She arrived at 45 Fisher Avenue ten minutes early, but to her surprise the victim's wife was already waiting for her on the drive-way. She was wrapped in many scarves, attempting to build a barricade against the harsh wind. 

Sasha stepped out the car and gently greeted her, "Hello, Mrs Wilde. I'm ever so sorry to hear about your missing husband and I will do anything in my power to help you." 

"Thank you so much, detective. God bless you," Mrs Wilde said, ushering Sasha inside. 

The oak door closed smoothly behind them. 

"You live in a wonderful neighbourhood, Mrs Wilde. It's odd that something like this would happen in such a friendly area," Sasha explained, while Mrs Wilde poured some Earl Grey tea into a ceramic mug, which she handed over to Sasha. 

"Ah, yes. It's very surprising. But every small town has it's secrets, and Ashbury-Upon-Avon is no exception. The neighbours are quite odd. Their son is in jail for smuggling cannabis," Mrs Wilde said in a hsuhed voice, as if she were afraid that the neighbours would hear. She continued, "And the folks down the road? The wife has just been released from jail after an attempted homicide. But, apart from that, it's very peaceful." 

Sasha could see that the matter was upsetting Mrs Wilde, so she changed the subject, "You have a wonderful home, Mrs Wilde." 

"Why, thank you! Oscar and I did look for a two-story house, but once we saw this one, we decided that it was perfect, even if it didn't suit our original ambitions." 

Sasha finished her tea and then asked if she could take a look aound the house.

"Yes, of course. Let me take you through." 

She walked around and saw many rooms, including the library, a study and coat-room. It was a rather old-fashioned house, but it suited Mrs Wilde. The staircase was no different, and the oak beneath her feet made uneasy noises. Sasha decided to go half-way, because she was afraid it would topple under her. She looked out the window where she spotted a weathervane blowing east. It was at that moment, that she realized she had walked into a trap.

What made her realize it was a trap?