The old mansion stood silent against the dark stormy night sky. Detective Sarah Blake arrived at the scene just past midnight. Rain hammered the cobblestone path leading to the front iron gate. A single light flickered behind the curtains on the third floor. The body had been discovered by the maid earlier that evening. She found him slumped over his desk in the study room. Blood had pooled beneath the chair and stained the oak floor. No weapon was found anywhere near the dead man's cold body. The doors were locked and every window was latched from inside. Sarah pulled her coat tighter and stepped through the grand doorway. The foyer smelled of old wood and something faintly like copper. She noted the portraits lining the walls with their painted eyes. Each family member had a reason to want him permanently gone. His fortune alone was enough to make anyone consider dark thoughts. Sarah opened her notebook and clicked her pen with steady hands. Someone in this house had committed the perfect crime this night. But every killer makes mistakes and she would find them all.