Detective Jameson stood outside the mansion, his eyes fixed on the bloodstained front door slowly creaking outward naturally. The warm summer sun shone brightly overhead, casting long shadows across the meticulously manicured lush green lawn. A uniformed officer, Jenkins, approached Jameson, his expression somber, his voice low and gravelly with trepidation evident. Jameson's mind flashed back to the missing businessman, Edward Lee, a prominent figure in city politics suddenly disappeared. The officer hesitated, clearing his throat before speaking in a hushed tone, his words laced with caution slowly. Jameson's eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying as he scanned the surrounding area, taking in every detail minutely. A faint humming noise came from inside, growing louder, sounding like a refrigerator humming quietly in the kitchen. The officer nodded, his eyes locking onto Jameson's, before turning to lead the way cautiously into the mansion. Jameson followed, his hand resting on the grip of his holster, his heart racing with anticipation building. The air inside was thick with the scent of coffee and fresh paint, a stark contrast to previous anticipation. The officer stopped at the threshold, gesturing for Jameson to examine the bloody crime scene carefully as needed. A hesitation marked Jameson's face, before he stepped forward, his eyes adjusting to the dimly lit interior.