Detective Jameson stood outside the mansion, surveying the crime scene. A chill ran down his spine as he took notes. The victim, Richard Langley, lay lifeless on the cold floor. A single bullet wound marred his otherwise flawless suit jacket. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder residue. Police lights cast an eerie glow over the proceedings outside. The sound of sirens grew fainter in the distance slowly. A small crowd of onlookers huddled behind the yellow tape. The detective's eyes narrowed as he began to investigate further. A piece of paper clutched in the victim's hand caught.