The old mansion loomed before Detective Reeves as he approached the wrought-iron gates. An eerie stillness hung in the air, broken only by the crunch of gravel beneath his feet. Reeves flashed his badge to the officer on duty, who nodded and unlatched the gate with a groan of rusted metal. The detective strode purposefully up the winding path, his mind reeling with the grisly details of the case. Inside the foyer, a cluster of officers milled about, snapping photographs and dusting for prints. The acrid scent of gunpowder still lingered. In the center of the room lay a woman's body, splayed grotesquely on the marble tiles. Her once-beautiful face was now a mask of blood and shattered glass. The murder weapon - a shattered crystal vase - lay beside her twitching hand. "Who found her?" Reeves asked tersely, crouching to examine the corpse.