Rain drummed against the glass while the grandfather clock chimed. Detective Miller stared at the body slumped over the desk. The victim held a silver fountain pen in his hand. Red wine spilled across a stack of very private letters. Nobody heard the muffled gunshot during the loud firework display. A single velvet glove lay abandoned near the open window. Cold air swept through the room as the door creaked. Every person in this mansion had a motive for revenge. One guest carried a secret that was worth killing for. Miller knew this long night had only just truly begun.