The rain lashed against the windows of the old Victorian mansion as guests gathered in the candlelit drawing room tonight. Lady Blackwood's body lay sprawled across the Persian carpet, her emerald necklace missing and her eyes staring at the ceiling. Detective Miller stepped forward, his shoes clicking against the marble floor while everyone held their breath in absolute deafening silence. "Nobody leaves this room," he commanded, scanning the faces of the terrified partygoers with his piercing gray eyes narrowed slightly. Outside, thunder crashed as the storm intensified, trapping them all together with a killer hidden somewhere among their very number.