user: Write a short murder mistery history.

assistant: Once upon a time, in a small town, a wealthy businessman named Mr. Smith was found murdered in his office. The police were called to the scene and began their investigation. The only clues they had were a shattered vase and a mysterious note left on the desk that read "Justice will be served."

Detective James was put on the case and he quickly found out that Mr. Smith had many enemies, including his business partners, ex-employees, and even his own family. Every person the detective interviewed had a motive for the murder and a solid alibi.

Days turned into weeks, and the case grew colder. Detective James felt like he was getting nowhere until he received an anonymous tip about a person seen near the office on the night of the murder. He followed up on the lead and finally discovered the murderer. It turned out to be Mr. Smith's secretary, who was furious with her boss for firing her and ruining her life. She had broken the vase in a fit of rage and wrote the note to make it look like a crime of passion.

The murderer was arrested and brought to trial. She was convicted of the murder and sentenced to life in prison. Detective James was hailed as a hero for solving the case and restoring justice to the town. The end.

user: Rewrite the story but in a style that is descriptive and alluring. Add a unique twist that will leave the reader in awe.

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".