Here is the opening scene of a murder mystery with each sentence having exactly 10 words: Detective Jameson stood outside mansion gates, sipping lukewarm morning coffee. Golden sunrise cast eerie shadows on ornate ironwork and stone. Mansion's grandeur seemed lost amidst tangled vines and overgrowth elsewhere. Freshly fallen leaves crunched beneath his feet, releasing earthy aroma. Crime scene tape flapped lazily in gentle morning breeze's caress. Uniformed officers milled about, murmuring into radios and notebooks quietly. Forensic team's white suits gleamed like ghosts amid morning darkness. Jameson's mind already turned to motive, means, and opportunity's tangled web. He sensed something off amidst this too-quiet, too-stately neighborhood scene. Wealth and privilege rarely hid secrets, but this felt different.