Detective Jameson stood at the crime scene, gazing at the lifeless body of Richard Langley, a wealthy entrepreneur slowly. A chill ran down Jameson's spine as he took in the eerie atmosphere of the old mansion's grand study quietly. The officers were collecting evidence around the room, careful not to touch or move anything from its original place precisely. A faint scent of cigar smoke wafted through the air, mingling with the smell of blood on the carpet slowly. The silence was broken only by the sound of cameras clicking and officers whispering to each other softly outside. Langley's eyes were frozen in a permanent stare, his face contorted in a mixture of shock and utter horror clearly. A small, antique letter opener lay on the floor, its golden handle glinting in the faint morning light dimly. The detective's eyes narrowed as he knelt beside the body, his mind already racing with theories and suspects quickly. The question on everyone's mind was: who could have committed such a heinous crime in broad daylight brutally. As Jameson began to investigate, he knew this case would be one of the most challenging of his career already.