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Detective Miles Corbin pushed open the heavy oak doors, entering the grand, silent, opulent foyer just now. A uniformed officer stood by the staircase, his face grim, awaiting further instruction solemnly there. He gestured toward the drawing room where the ghastly discovery had been made only hours ago. Corbin felt the familiar knot tighten in his stomach, a premonition of darkness always arriving soon. The smell of expensive perfume and something metallic assailed his senses very quickly inside here. Lord Harrington lay sprawled beside the antique fireplace, his silk smoking jacket stained dark now. A heavy bronze statue, a fallen angel, rested dangerously close to his lifeless head there. The room itself appeared undisturbed, displaying no signs of a struggle whatsoever, quite surprisingly. "An inside job," Corbin murmured, his gaze sweeping over the silent, opulent surroundings carefully. Who among these gilded walls possessed such a cold, calculating heart and motive, he wondered?