A dead man lay upon the cold marble floor, his lifeless eyes staring up at the broken crystal chandelier above. Detective Miller crouched down beside the corpse to examine the small, dark entry wound on the victim's cold, pale forehead. A small, folded piece of paper rested on the dark antique wooden desk near the dead man's outstretched right hand. He picked it up carefully with his gloved hands and saw the words written in a deep, dark, scarlet ink.