Ravenswood Manor shone under the full harvest moon quietly glowing. Trees surrounding the estate stood like silent sentinels forever watching. Detective Jameson stood at the entrance feeling strangely uneasy suddenly. Fresh footprints on the porch seemed suspiciously out of place. Lord Thomas Ravenswood lay motionless on the cold stone floor. Blood seeped from a single wound on his forehead slowly. Jameson's keen eyes scanned the scene for any clues quickly. A faint scent of smoke lingered in the crisp air. Windows were open but no signs of forced entry existed. Icy fingers of fear began to grip Jameson's heart slowly.