Joahna pulled out her grandfather's personal journal, a dark relic of his criminal empire. It was filled with cryptic notes and plans, a testament to his brilliant but twisted mind. Joahna had kept it hidden, a reminder of the darkness she had sworn to fight against.
Flipping through the pages, she searched for any mention of Birlstone Manor House. Finally, she found a passage that caught her eye:
"John Douglas knew too much. His death was necessary. The Scowrers will clean up the mess. Holmes will follow the trail, but he will never reach me."
Joahna's fingers traced the words, her mind piecing together the puzzle. Her grandfather had orchestrated the original crime, but this copycat was adding a personal twist. The note addressed to her, the chess piece—this was someone who knew her history, who wanted to challenge her directly.