The grandfather clock struck midnight when the body was discovered. Detective Sarah Mills arrived at the old Victorian mansion promptly. Rain pelted the windows like tiny fists demanding swift entry. A maid stood trembling beside the library's heavy oak door. "I found him there, ma'am, lying in his own blood." The victim was Harold Pierce, wealthy patriarch of the estate. His cold eyes stared blankly at the chandelier hanging above. A letter opener protruded grotesquely from the center of chest. No signs of forced entry were found anywhere in house. Sarah knelt down and examined the wound with careful precision. The killer had struck with purpose, anger, and deadly intent. Three family members waited nervously in the drawing room nearby. Each one stood to inherit millions from the dead man. Sarah knew that before dawn she would unmask the murderer.