The body of the late Lord Ashworth lay sprawled across his expensive Persian rug in the dim study. Detective Miles Corbin stood perfectly still, his weary eyes methodically scanning the entire room for any single clue. A single, perfect pearl was clutched tightly in the victim's cold, stiff, and completely lifeless hand. Beyond the tall windows, the storm raged on, but in here, there was only a terrible silence. This was no simple crime of passion either; the killer had been chillingly deliberate, methodical, and precise. He slowly knelt down beside the body, noticing a small, almost invisible detail on the victim’s cufflink.