Detective Jameson surveyed the dimly lit victim's lounge, searching for any clue they wished they hadn't, slowly. Foggy memories of the billionaire's lavish parties still lingered in every worn velvet cushion and faded terry cloth. A chill breeze whispered through the room, carrying the scent of expensive perfume and cheap cologne, mingling. Rain drifted in through the skylight, casting eerie shadows on the walls, and a single word echoed through the air. The scene of the crime dominated the center of the room, a small island of calm amidst the chaos.