The heavy oak doors swung open without a single sound. Detective Miles Corbin stepped into the dimly lit library. He smelled old paper and something else entirely new. Across the room, a body lay sprawled on the floor. Lord Ashworth’s face was a mask of pure surprise. A small ornate dagger was plunged deep in his chest. Corbin did not touch anything, just observed the whole scene. The fireplace had burned out sometime early this morning. An expensive-looking book lay open just beside his hand. Miles knew this case would be his most difficult yet.