Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Red Bull ❯ Vol. Eight Chap Thirty-One: Living Legend ( Chapter 31 )

Living Legend

It's a sad day in the rock world. Vince shook his head. A man in his sixties sat slumped on the floor near the bathroom. He only had on his boxers. His head was slumped down to his chest. A needle stuck out of his left arm. Open and shut case, right? But somethin didn't look right.

Vince tilted his head. The CSI next to him gasped.

“Oh my god!” she said.

“What?” Vince asked, turning his head.

“That's Ryan King!” the CSI said. The PI looked confused.

“Who?” he asked.

“Seriously?” she asked. “You don't know who this is?”

“No…”

“Gah! Unbelievable!”

Vince looked around. “Uh… Should I know who this was?” Another CSI looked up.

“You can't be serious! This is Ryan King! Dude's a legend!”

“So… Who was he?” Vince asked. The two CSI techs sighed.

“Only the biggest rock legend of our time!” the first one said.

“He's had massive hits! `Long Nights with You,' `Angela,' `Weep for Me,'” the other one said.

“Ooo! `Be There,' is my favorite,” his colleague said. She started to sing the song. While the CSIs were talking about the dead man's music, Vince looked at the scene. Right away, he noticed the something was off.

The scene looked perfect. Too perfect. Almost like it was staged. Vince took a closer look. That's when he saw it.

The carpet looked out of place. At first glance, it looked out of place. However, something didn't look right. Vince cocked his head to the side. He knelt down for a closer look. Suddenly, it clicked.

“Oh,” he said to himself. There it was.

“Guys,” he said. “Come look at this.” The CSIs eyes turned their heads.

“What?” one of them asked. The CSIs walked over for a look.

“What do you see?” Vince asked. The fans looks down at the carpet. The male CSI raised his eyebrow.

“Was it bleached of something?” he asked.

“Exactly,” Vince said. The rest of the carpet was dark red while the person-sized spot was light purple. One look and the case turned into a murder case. The question was who killed him.

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Ryan had just come from tour. He wouldn't gone home this morning. Vince got right to asking questions. The housekeeper found the body.

“When did the victim check in last night?” he asked.

“About… six?” she asked. “Yeah. Lolly and Oscar couldn't stop talking about how Ryan came to our hotel.”

“Lolly and Oscar?”

“Oh, sorry. They are our receptionists.”

“Oh. Was he alone?”

“No.”

“Oh? Who was with him?”

The housekeeper paused for a long moment. She pressed her lips together. Vince raised his eyebrow. She lifted her chin.

“It was a woman.”

“What did she look like?”

“I don't know. She kept her head down.”

“You didn't see her face?”

“No.”

“What all did you see about her?”

“She wore all white.”

“Like a bride?”

She slowly nodded. “Dress, gloves, sunglasses, and a large white hat.”

“How was the woman? Happy? Sad?”

“I don't know. I didn't get a good look at her.”

“What about body language?”

“What?”

“Her body language. What was she like?”

“I don't know.”

“Did she check out?”

“I didn't know. I'm the morning shift. I just got here, unlocked the room, found the body, and called the police.”

“I see.” Vince finished off his notes. “Thank you for your time.”

“No, thank you,” she said.

Vince asked the rest of the hotel staff. They all saw the woman. Her description matched what the housekeeper said. No one got a look at her face. She didn't say a word.

“Did they ever leave the room at any time?” Vince asked.

“Not that I saw,” a security guard said. He took a moment to think. “No, I didn't see anyone in the halls.”

“Did any other guests check in late?” the detective asked.

“Nope,” Lolly said. “They were the last two to check in that night.”

“Did the woman check out at any time?” Vince asked.

“If she did, Oscar might have done it. I stepped out for a smoke break.”

“Ah yes, I checked her out,” the other receptionist said. “She was in a hurry too.”

“Did she say anything?” Vince asked.

“Not that I could tell.” He paused for a moment. “Oh, she did leave this behind. Hang on.” Oscar reached under the desk. He pulled out a folded pieced of paper.

“It fell out of her pocket as she ran out the door. By the time I picked it up and tried to call her attention, she was gone.”

“Did you see where she went?”

“No.”

Vince took the paper. “Thank you.” He unfolded the paper and took a look. It looked like a receipt of some sort. Most of the items looked like things you would get for a party for two. Booze, lube, condoms, tasty body oil, sex toys, and body glitter. However, one item stood out. Who buys bleach for a private sex party? Vince began to put a theory together in his head. He pulled out his phone.

“Dorian, check the room for any sex toys or condom wrappers,” he said.

“On it,” one of the CSIs said on the other line.

“Let me know what you find,” Vince said before hanging up. Now, he had to find out who the woman was.

Suddenly, Vince's phone buzzed. He looked at his screen. A new text? The detective tapped the screen.

“Welcome, Dear Detective. Would you like to know the whole truth?”

Vince stared at the screen. What the hell was this?

Rock and Roll