Detective Jack Harris pulled up to the sprawling mansion, lights flashing, an eerie red glow on the overcast night. A chill ran down his spine as he stepped from the car, gravel crunching under heavy, scuffed leather boots. He surveyed the scene, taking in the gaggle of uniforms milling about, the gurney wheeled out the open front door. A sharp whistle cut through the night air, and the uniforms parted like the Red Sea, allowing Harris to pass through. He stepped inside, his eyes adjusting slowly to the dim light spilling from the chandelier hanging high above the foyer.