The Murder of Anna Bhananah, a Famous Idol

Chapter 1: Keith Karraway

It was early in the day, just when the sun came out. Probably around 6 am to 7, when I got startled with hands roughly rocking me in a sideways motion. I immediately opened my eyes seeing a familiar face.

"Wright, wright!"

It was Maya Fey, my assistant. You may be thinking…what's with that weird hair? Well, she seems to be apart of the Fey family, which the females possess a strong trait. Maya Fey can bring the ghosts in her body, she's very helpful sometimes but sometimes she just seems to be painful to handle (don't tell her that).

I shot up on my bed and rubbed my eyes, I seemed to take a short glimpse at her. Her eyes were almost watering up, as she had this depressing look in her face. I stood up and chucked the newspaper to my bed. I didn't feel like tidying up the blankets, or making the bed. I had to find out what's wrong about her.

"Maya! Calm down! What's wrong?"

She ran around all over the place and hopped the place while grabbing my blanket.

"Nick, we've got an important thing to deal with." She cried. "Anna Bhananah DIED! Apparently, she got murdered! This is just as sad as the death of Michael Jackson. Remember that, Nick? 8 years ago?"

"Wait…who's Anna Bhananah?"

She got an even more confused look than me. Suddenly, her face gasped at the words I've said.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHO SHE IS?!"

I covered her mouth with my pillow. I lead her to my office, it isn't the best but it does its job. I sat down at a table and flicked open the TV, I glanced at Maya. She was about to burst in tears. The news channel switched on, as a blackened corpse covered the screen.

"She's a corpse?"

"No! I mean…yeah! But she's also a worldwide famous idol! She makes the hit songs every album she writes. Also how could you NOT know about her?"

I scratched the back of my head, still looking confused. Anna…Bhananah? Oh! She's the person Maya always mentions before. When my days weren't busy, she'd always play that annoying song with repetitive lyrics. I can still remember those lyrics, I guess her songs are pretty catchy. Maya switched turns glancing at the TV, or fixing her eyes at me.

"Nick, did you hear the news lady? She said that her manager did it! Keith Kole Kerraway, also known as the KKK!"

"Maya…can you just call him Keith?"

"Okay." She scratched her head. "Why?"

"Let's just keep his full name to ourselves."

"Anyway Nick, we should investigate and defend him. I have a feeling in my heart that KKK didn't do it!"

"Keith, Maya…Keith."

I decided to hop along the case. Just who was Keith? I wanted to check the detention center to know who he really is. I dressed in my regular attire; I had already told Maya that we should check out the detention center. We headed to the detention room; the security guard led me to a room. As he opend the doors, I see a man dressed purely in white. He had sparkling blue eyes and a moustache that touched to the bottom of his chin. The man kept staring at his hands in which he was fiddling with.

"Keith Kerraway?" I inquired.

"Yes, that's me." He looked up. "I…..I….I DIDN'T DO IT!"

He bawled in tears with his hands cupped around his face. The man soon wiped away his tears with a hankie he had been keeping in the corner of his pocket.

"I DIDN'T DO IT! Why would I murder my precious daughter?!"

Maya and I both dropped our mouths.

"Daughter?!" I said. "Anna was your daughter?"

He nodded. He was still wiping away his tears from his eyes, then his sweat.

"Anna was a wonderful daughter. I wanted to protect her, not kill her." Keith cried. "They suspected I did it!"

"Don't worry Keith Karraway! We can help you out." Maya promised.

His face lit up with a sparkling grin. He pressed his hands against the glass, his face was sparkling.

"REALLY?! You'd do that to a poor old fellow like me?"

"Wait, why did the police suspect it was you who did it?"

"They saw me at the scene of the crime. In the stage room where she was practicing. The smoke lights were on and then…BAM! A shot to the head. It was a perfect shot, but I didn't see much because of the smoke. I grabbed the phone on my table to call for the police but as I grabbed it…it turned out to be a pistol. When the smokes cleared out-people stared at me and thought I was a killer!"

I stroked my chin. There were so many questions in my head. Was he framed? That seems like an obvious answer anyway, of course he was. But why would somebody frame Keith? I wanted to get an autopsy of this. Of what happened.

"Do you have anyone who has a problem with you?"

Keith shrugged. It looks like he doesn't really know.

"Why would someone frame you?" Maya asked.

"Maybe because I had the profession of a manager? There are crazy fans out there."

That wouldn't make sense because if there are fans who wanted the job as a manager…wouldn't they kill Keith instead? If you murder Anna then that's useless, there must be another answer.

"I have a feeling that we won't have any clear answers from him." Maya whispered.

"But he did give us his point of view." I said. "And the basic idea of it. C'mon Maya, let's go check out the criminal affairs department. I thanked Keith Karraway for the idea; he seemed too tired to talk anymore. Maya and I both head to the department. I bumped into a large elevated figure, as I glanced up I saw Dick Gumshoe. He had his usual trench coat and tie, but his facial expression looked stressed.

"Look buddy! I have a big case I'm tryna figure out so could you-" As he looked down he jumped back.

"Hey Gumshoe!" Maya greeted him. "We're trying to find out about this case too."

"Wright, you always pry your nose on other people's stuff. What do ya need?"

Gumshoe was pacing back and forth. He looked impatient so I asked him for the autopsy report.

"The report? Well buddy, I'm waiting for that! It should arrive here soon…" He shook his head. "WHERE'S THE REPORT?!"

"This isn't a good time to enter in, Nick." Maya mumbled.

"I heard you buddy!" Gumshoe said.

A scrawny boy with a folder of papers ran to Gumshoe but tripped due to the marble floors that were just wiped. All the paperwork flew out like a million fireworks. It was scattered all over the floors. The boy rubbed his bruised knee turning to the color of deep purple. Some of the papers were flying to various places due to the fan. The detectives tried to grab the papers but failed due to the fan increasing the paperwork's speed.

"Sorry Detective Gumshoe." The boy said.

"ARGHH!"

Gumshoe started chasing the boy around. It looked like it was straight from a 90's sitcom; Maya nudged me on the shoulder.

"Hey Nick, let's go find the papers."

We searched around the rooms and tried our best to grab the paperwork. Maya found most of them in the bathroom, strange. I filed them together in a folder.

"Here you go Gumshoe." I said.

"Thanks!"

As he was about to grab it, I pulled the report away.

"You give me a copy, right?"

"Fine." He mumbled. "Just give me the thing!"

I handed him the report and he pressed all the paperwork in the printer. It scanned the papers and released copies. Gumshoe grabbed the copied version and chucked it at me. There was a coffee stain at the second page. Maya and I both scanned over the autopsy report. The time of death: 8/5, 3pm-4pm. Cause of death: Shot to the head. Death was instant. So it happened Monday? I had this burning question in my head, why would someone frame Keith Karraway?