Detective Jameson stood outside the mansion's grand entrance, sipping his lukewarm coffee, gazing out at the meticulously manicured lawn. Fog swirled around the estate's tall trees, casting an eerie mist that shrouded the morning in an impenetrable gloom suddenly. A chill ran down Jameson's spine as he gazed up at the mansion's sprawling facade, its windows darkened ominously tonight. Mrs. White, the housekeeper, greeted Jameson with a worried expression, her voice trembling as she handed him a hastily written note. The note's scribbled words "They've found the body" seemed to leap off the page, filling Jameson's heart with a sinking dread. Jameson's eyes met Mrs. White's, and he nodded curtly, his mind racing with the implications of the terrible discovery already.