Detective John Bennett scrutinized the lifeless body, examining every detail with precision and focus. The victim, a man in his mid-forties, lay sprawled across the luxurious carpet, a single gunshot wound to his chest. The lavish study, usually a sanctuary, was now tainted by violence and death. Moonlight filtered through the window, illuminating the remnants of a struggle. A chessboard, pieces scattered, hinted at an interrupted game. A half-empty glass of whiskey glittered on the table. The detective's seasoned eyes missed nothing as he observed the room with a methodical approach. The faint scent of cigar smoke lingered in the air. John Bennett knew this case would test his skills and experience, but he was prepared to unravel the twisted web of deceit surrounding this tragic death.