The mansion loomed above her. Rain pelted the stone steps. Detective Morgan checked her watch. Midnight had just struck twice. Something felt wrong inside here. She pushed the heavy door. It creaked open very slowly. Darkness swallowed the grand foyer. Her flashlight cut through shadows. A chandelier hung above, shattered. Glass crunched beneath her shoes. The smell hit her hard. Copper and roses mixed together. She followed the terrible scent. It led to the study. A body lay face down. Blood pooled on expensive carpet. The victim wore silk pajamas. His hand clutched a letter. Morgan knelt beside the corpse. She recognized him right away. Theodore Blake, the famous billionaire. Someone wanted him dead tonight. The killer was still nearby. Morgan could feel their presence. A floorboard creaked somewhere upstairs. She drew her service weapon. The hunt had finally begun.