The grandfather clock struck midnight when Detective Sarah Chen arrived at the sprawling Victorian mansion on Blackwood Hill Road. Rain pelted the windows like tiny fists demanding entry, and thunder rumbled ominously across the dark September sky above. She stepped inside the foyer where a butler stood waiting, his face pale as fresh fallen winter snow. The body of wealthy industrialist Marcus Webb lay crumpled at the bottom of the grand marble staircase near flowers. His eyes stared blankly at the crystal chandelier above, and a thin trail of blood pooled beneath his head. Three family members huddled in the adjacent parlor, each one watching the others with barely concealed suspicion and obvious fear. Sarah pulled out her notebook and pen, knowing that someone in this house had committed the ultimate unforgivable sin. The killer was close, perhaps standing mere feet away, waiting to see if their terrible secret would remain hidden.