The old man's lifeless body lay on the floor, his sightless eyes staring blankly into the cold, grey morning. A small, crimson pool had begun to form beneath his head, slowly spreading across the polished hardwood. Detective Jameson knelt down, carefully studying the scene before him, his sharp mind already turning over possibilities. The door burst open and a flustered officer rushed in, breathless, with a look of urgent concern etched on his face. "What in the hell is going on here, Jameson?" he demanded, his voice echoing through the silent, empty room. Jameson turned slowly, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the intruder, his gaze lingering on the man's nervous hands. "Just the body, Officer," he replied quietly, his voice low and even. "The body and a few clues. Nothing else." The officer shifted uneasily, his eyes darting from the corpse to the detective and back again, a look of doubt clouding his features. "I don't like this one bit, Jameson," he muttered. "Something about it doesn't sit right with me." Jameson nodded slowly, rising to his feet and turning to face his partner fully, a grim set to his jaw. "You're right," he agreed softly. "There's more to this than meets the eye. Let's find out what, shall we?"