The mansion stood eerily silent. Detective Morgan approached the door. Rain pelted her worn coat. She knocked three sharp times. No answer came from within. The door creaked slowly open. Darkness swallowed the grand foyer. Her flashlight cut through shadows. A chandelier hung above, shattered. Glass crunched beneath her boots. The smell hit her hard. Death had visited this place. She found him near stairs. Lord Ashworth lay quite still. Blood pooled on marble floors. His eyes stared at nothing. A knife protruded from chest. Someone wanted him very dead. Morgan knelt beside the body. This was no simple robbery. The victim's watch remained intact. Diamond cufflinks still adorned sleeves. She noticed something clutched tight. His fist held torn fabric. Red silk, expensive and rare. The killer left evidence behind. Morgan smiled ever so slightly. This case would prove interesting.