The mansion stood eerily silent. Detective Morgan approached the door. Rain hammered the stone steps. She knocked three sharp times. No answer came from within. The door creaked slowly open. Darkness swallowed the grand foyer. A chandelier hung above motionless. Her flashlight cut through shadows. Blood stained the marble floor. A body lay face down. The victim wore expensive clothes. Morgan knelt beside the corpse. Lord Ashworth was clearly dead. A knife protruded from back. She examined the ornate handle. This was no random killing. Someone wanted him truly dead. Footsteps echoed from upstairs somewhere. Morgan reached for her weapon.