The old grandfather clock struck midnight as Detective Sarah Chen stepped into the dimly lit mansion on Blackwood Hill Road. Rain pattered against the tall windows while lightning illuminated the body sprawled across the expensive Persian rug in silence. Lord Edmund Blackwood lay face down with a silver letter opener protruding from between his shoulder blades at an angle. His right hand stretched toward the fireplace as if he had been reaching for something hidden within the flames. The butler stood trembling near the doorway with his face pale as fresh snow and his hands shaking quite visibly. Three guests remained in the drawing room nearby and each one refused to meet the detective's sharp and questioning gaze. Sarah knelt beside the corpse and noticed the dead man still clutched a torn photograph in his cold left hand. She carefully pried open his stiff fingers to reveal half an image showing a woman in a wedding dress. Someone in this house had secrets worth killing for and Sarah was determined to uncover every single buried truth tonight. The storm outside grew fiercer as she stood and turned to face the five suspects waiting in terrified silence.