assistant: It was a cold and misty winter night. So cold in fact that even the birds and insects were tucked away, too afraid to spend their little remaining energy on anything but keeping warm. It was the kind of night where every breath you took expelled an almost unbelievable amount of steam. However, the last breath that Mr. Smith took was visible to no one. A businessman brutally murdered in his office, yet only reported missing two days later. 

In a desolate and backward town like Kitezh, the police were barely capable of investigating the case of the missing Gammon Sandwich. Faced with a far more severe and chilling mystery, they began their investigation. 

A shalf-hattered ornate vase lay spread across the creaking wooden floor. A sign of a struggle maybe? Four words scribbled across a page torn from a diary read "Justice will be served" - Clearly a play on words given that the businessman was a well known prosecutor. 

A man responsible for sentencing people to prison, Detective James Turner knew, would have a long list of enemies. However, from a  promising list of business partners, convicts, ex-employees and even his own family, James continuously found a dead end of solid alibis.  

Days turned into weeks of frustration and more questions. As the end of winter neared, the frozen lakes began to crack but the case ironically got colder. Detective Turner knew that there was nothing left to do but file the case away as unsolved. As he walked towards the dusty filing room, the police office echoed with the sound of a ringing telephone. 

"Why would someone be calling the police receptionist at this time of night?", Detective Turner thought. He picked up the phone, not saying a word. The hushed voice on the other end of the phone whispered the description of a woman seen leaving the office on the night of the murder. 

The description matched that of the businessman's secretary, Miss Gree. Enough to receive a search warrant and find the missing piece of the puzzle - a diary from three years ago with a missing page... A page matching the one found at the murder scene. Her motive? Miss Gree was known for being underwhelming at work, constantly leaving her desk unattended. She was due to be fired and it was clear to Detective Turner that Miss Gree heard the news and was outraged. She knew that her boss had many enemies, many of whom were waiting for their own justice to be served. 

It was a clear shut case. Miss Gree was convicted of the murder and sentenced to life in prison. Detective Turner was hailed as a hero. 

Detective Turner triumphantly stamped the report as solved and walked once again towards the filing room. Like deja vu, the ringing of a phone pierced the silent night. The same hushed voice on the other end of the phone whispered "A lawyer wasn't the only one who put me away. Justice is still to be served, Detective Turner".

assistant: It was a dreary day in a small town. It seemed almost dreamlike, the way the clouds swayed through the sky. Detective James was being sent from the police station to investigate the murder of a wealthy businessman, Mr. John Smith. He was the CEO of a very large company, probably the largest one stationed in such a small town. Detective James stepped through the door noiselessly, the loud clanging of the door closing breaking through the initial tension in the room. He surveyed the room curiously. There was a shattered vase on the floor, and the corpse of the businessman lay motionless on the floor, sprawled in a horrifying heap of lifeless flesh. Detective James stepped carefully over the corpse, careful to not touch the evidence at risk of contaminating it. He continued examining the room until his eyes fell on a piece of paper with delicate, intricately written cursive writing on it. It read, "Justice will be served".

The next day, Detective James was assigned to the case by his director and was told of the many enemies that Mr. Smith had garnered during his career. His business partners, ex-employees, and even members of his own family all had a motive for killing him. But as the detective interviewed each of the suspects, he found that they all had solid alibis for that day.

Days turned into weeks, and the case grew yet colder. Detective James was feeling as though he was getting nowhere. He was just getting into bed for the night when his phone rang. It was the police station - they had received an anonymous tip about the case. He quickly got dressed and rushed to the station. He walked through the doors to the sound of a gunshot ringing through the night air. He rushed inside, startled. He took a left at the corridor and walked through into his office... into the scene of a murder. The crumpled corpse of his assistant lay at his feet, her blood splattering the walls of the office.

assistant: The sound of broken glass pierced the air, followed by the smell of wet flooring and police sirens. A note read "Justice will be served."

Detective James was an ace detective. He was revered throughout the small, but disproportionately crime-ridden town of Williamsburg as being unstumpable. This case, however, was different.

Most of his cases only had 3 or 4 suspects. This one had 15. It seemed everyone who knew Mr. Smith had a motive to kill him. His employees hated him, his business partners hated him, and his family hated him. They also all had solid alibis. How to narrow it down?

Detective James double-clicked to open another document about Mr. Smith. Exhaustion from working on the same case for weeks with no new leads was starting to set in. Because everyone hated Mr. Smith, no one much cared if James solved the case or not. James put on a record then fell asleep.

When James awoke, something wasn't right. The record was skipping, playing the same 2 seconds of music on loop. That's it! He checked the security footage from Mr. Smith's office. They knew it was altered to not show the murder. Detective James compared the footage from the time of the murder with the footage from other Wednesday afternoons the rest of the year. It matched perfectly. Mr. Smith was hiding something.

The only one who worked Wednesday afternoons was Mr. Smith's secretary. After bringing her in for questioning, she revealed everything. Mr. Smith was part of a national crime organization that met every Wednesday. The reason Williamsburg had so much crime was because Mr. Smith had been coordinating it. Mr. Smith's secretary had recently been fired, so she figured it was time to do something good for the town by removing Mr. Smith from it.

After the trial, Detective James was hailed as a hero. There was indeed much less crime in Williamsburg. But, in his heart, James knew the one to bring peace would be spending life in prison.

assistant: Introduce the personalities: Who are the primary figures? Who are the suppositions? How do they be acquainted with each other? What are their pedigrees and inspirations?
Establish the malfeasance: What is the misdeed? When and how did it transpire? Who perpetrated the misdeed?
Produce the yarn: What traces direct to the individuality of the criminal? How do the characters interrelate with each other while striving to unravel the obscurity? What challenges oppose them?
Include red herrings and erroneous tips: Red herrings and wrong leads can annex an added layer of suspense to the narrative and make it tougher for the reader to conjecture the individuality of the criminal.
Construct the culmination: How does the narrative reach its apex? Does the criminal get apprehended? How does the narrative finish?
Proofread and alter: After writing the primary draft, it’s fundamental to alter and revise your narrative to ensure it’s as captivating and gratifying as practicable.
By following these measures, you can form a professional, detailed, and fascinating murder mystery narrative. Good fortune!