Detective Jameson arrived at the mansion in the pouring rain. The butler greeted him with a mixture of courtesy anxiety. Jameson flashed his badge and introduced himself formally immediately afterwards. The butler's eyes widened with a hint of genuine surprise. He stepped aside to let Jameson enter the grand foyer. Jameson's eyes scanned the room with a practiced observant gaze. A chandelier hung from the ceiling with sparkling crystal drops. The air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers. A faint sound of sobs echoed from upstairs corridors quietly. Jameson's instincts told him that something was seriously amiss here.