Here is the opening scene of a murder mystery: Detective Jameson stood outside mansion's grand entrance, sipping morning coffee. Golden light crept slowly across marble floors, silently revealing secrets. Dead body lay sprawled across velvet couch, eyes frozen open. Victim's face was frozen in terror, skin pale as alabaster. Mansion's owner, wealthy businessman, paced nervously nearby, hands shaking. Fragrance of freshly brewed coffee wafted through crisp autumn air. Mournful sound of police sirens echoed through silent neighborhood streets. Forensic team arrived, bringing gloved hands and silent expertise too. Crucial evidence awaited discovery, hidden in plain morning sunlight. Summer's warmth had faded, leaving deadly chill in its wake.