The misty morning air chilled Detective Jack Bannister to the bone as he arrived at the sprawling estate. Lush emerald gardens surrounded the gothic manor where a body had recently been uncovered. Bannister's worn boots crunched through the gravel as he approached the crowd near a garden statue. A white sheet covered the corpse beneath the shimmering fountain. Bannister pulled it back revealing a female. Emerald eyes stared lifelessly at the pewter sky, obscured by a brutal gash across her pale throat, frozen in shock. Ivory skin, porcelain delicate fingered hands bound by silk somehow even in death exquisitely manicured. Teeth scraped her bottom lip, a lover's fatal kiss from the murderer? Exquisite in a torn crimson dress, this beauty did not deserve to die like this. Bloated, blood-stained lips parted, letting a pearl drop from her mouth. The epitome of coquettish refinement, minus the giggle - a cruel twist.