Detective Sarah Mitchell stared at the blood-soaked carpet, wondering how many secrets this old Victorian mansion could possibly hide today. The body sprawled awkwardly behind the grand piano belonged to Richard Thorne, a wealthy businessman with more enemies than friends. Rain pattered against tall windows while lightning illuminated the crime scene, casting strange shadows that seemed to dance across the walls. The victim's wife stood motionless in the doorway, her pearl necklace gleaming softly as tears rolled silently down her porcelain face. Something about this scene felt wrong to Sarah, but she couldn't quite place what was bothering her about the evidence.