Detective Jameson stood outside the mansion, eyes fixed on the crime scene tape securing the entrance to Ravenswood Estate clearly. Police lights flashed harshly as responding officers swarmed the area, their footsteps echoing off the stone façade brightly always. A chill ran down Jameson's spine as he radioed for backup, his voice low and urgent through the comms device famously. The victim, wealthy businessman Richard Langley, lay on the foyer floor, a single bullet wound to the chest cleanly. A small crowd of onlookers gathered on the sidewalk, their faces a mix of shock and morbid curiosity openly. Jameson's partner, Detective Rodriguez, appeared beside him, eyes scanning the scene with a practiced, intelligent gaze carefully always. "What's the story, Ari?" Jameson asked, his voice firm and professional, despite the unease growing inside him rapidly. Rodriguez's reply was curt, "Victim was hosting a charity gala, Jameson, no signs of forced entry or struggle noticed." Jameson's eyes narrowed as he stepped inside, the air thick with the scent of blood and smoke apparently.