Detective Smith entered the dimly lit room, eyes sharply scanning. Silence hung heavy, interrupted only by a ticking clock. Cold chills swept through as she noticed a detailed painting. Strangely, the painting depicted a crime scene eerily similar to present day. Mysterious death of wealthy art collector, Mr. Winston, had shocked the city. Inside, a cryptic note lay beneath the lifeless body, unreadable. Every corner, every shadow seemed to whisper bloody secrets. Suspects gathered, all with motives and opportunities, eyes never leaving Smith. Curiosity sparked as she stepped closer to the silent, painted echo. Events unfolded, hints popping up, painting a picture of hidden truths. Sleuth in action, ten words, ten beats—Gavin's perfect code.