Detective Jameson stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning the scene. The victim, a wealthy businessman, lay motionless on the floor. The room was filled with the scent of expensive cigars and the sound of a distant rainstorm. Jameson noted the broken vase and the overturned chair, signs of a struggle. He knelt down to examine the body, his mind already racing with possibilities. The murder weapon, he knew, was somewhere in the room. It was up to him to find it before the killer struck again.