The moon was full overhead, casting an eerie glow over the sleepy town of Ravenswood, nestled along the lake. Detective Jameson stood outside the mansion, his eyes fixed on the front door, his mind racing with suspicions loudly. A chill ran down his spine as he thought about the mysterious phone call that had summoned him urgently tonight. Mrs. White, the housekeeper, greeted him with a sympathetic smile and led him into the foyer quietly always. The air inside was thick with the scent of old books and fresh roses, a stark contrast to tragedy.