And now, the saga continues…

Chapter 3. Ewwwww!

“Well that was something I could have gone my life without seeing” grumbled Detective Wilson.

The office of the Producer had been immaculate except for the area near the doorway where the crime took place. That was, well, really really disgusting.

Really really disgusting.

“Really” agreed Jenny Jones, “Cases like this make me glad I’m close to retiring”.

The two detectives made their way back to the theatre, they had suspects and witnesses to interview. Let the crime scene guys and medical examiners deal with that mess.

The sound of crickets greeted them at their return, not a soul was in sight.

“What the…” exclaimed Detective Wilson, “Where the hell did they all go to?”

The sound of a throat clearing came from behind them. It was a well dressed woman of indeterminate age, “My name is Angie Smith, no relation to Kevin, I was the Producer’s second in command, uh, the judges and Bryan got bored and left”.

“Bored?” Detective Wilson was flabbergasted.

“So what happened” asked Angie

“Well,” Jenny explained “It appears some one barred the door after they released thousands and thousands of fire ants into the room, poor sap never had a chance, the noise level of the show and its screaming fans masked any cries for help, the girl in the pit was probably just an afterthought, didn’t anyone notice that the show’s producer was absent?”

“Nope, he never watched, he couldn’t stand the show, he liked the money, but he couldn’t care a less about anything else…”

“Then there is truth to the note we found on the door to his office”

“A note?” Angie frowned.

“I think a lot more people are in danger” sighed Detective Wilson, “Including yourself Ms. Smith, not related to Kevin…”

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Bryan Lakeside sighed with relief as the tanning booth rays caressed his body. Earlier in the day he had started to feel the dreaded effects of tanning withdrawal, spray tan had to do for the show, but by the end he was feeling faint.

Then there was the crisis, stupid dead people interfering with his tan maintenance regime. Hate them.

Luckily, Al’s Tanning Emporium was a 24 hour operation. Al truly understood his client’s tanning needs.

Hmmm, this session was heating up, heck, Bryan thought, I feel like I’m burning up…

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Al’s timer went off, “Oh hey, Eddy, I gotta go get Lakeside out of his booth…”

Eddy continued working on the accounts as his boss “personally” attended to the celebrity client. A few moments passed before Al returned.

Eddy looked up, “What”.

“Crap, I think we just lost our best client”.

Next installment will be entitled “Oh the Humanity!”, just kidding I have no idea what it will be called.