Night Zero After a couple of hours it was apparent that the detective was not coming or was simply very late. So Darth Caesar had everyone gather in the library of his huge house so he could greet them properly. The Cook had prepared coffee for this occasion. She handed it to the maid while she continued to cook. The maid gave it to the butler then the butler served it to the Millionaire. He picked a cup up off the tray and smelled it. "Mm, I've always loved the Cook's coffee, I've never tasted any like his." He then brought the cup up to his mouth and took a large drink. He winced as he swallowed and then cleared his throat. "A bit too bitter today though. Now i'm sure your all wondering why I've called you here today. In the letters I've sent you all I was rather vague about the threats to my life. Over the last few weeks I have been receiving letters saying that I will be killed unless I pay money to an unknown account, well I payed it and I noticed that the accounts of a couple of people in this room went up. I'm not pointing any fingers here, but I think one of you wants to kill me." And with that he brought his hand to his forehead and stumbled. He crashed to the ground with a thud. Everyone rushed to him, the doctor checked his pulse. "He's dead," stated the Doctor. Everyone in the room was shocked, some cried and some just looked at the body. "Should we just leave?" Asked Darth Caesar's brother. "No one should leave until we catch the killer," came a voice from the hall outside the library. It was the Detective followed closely by the inspector. He walked over to the table where the coffee tray lie. He picked up the Millionaire's cup, dipped his finger in it and cautiously put it to his tongue, he spit it out back in the cup and stated, "Poisoned, the killer is amongst us, and we must catch him."