"D..Duncan?" No. No. No. This couldn't be.. This couldn't be.. Not.. Not my Duncan. My Duncan? What am I saying? He cheated on me twice on national television and its been what six years? And I'm completely over him, what am I saying 'my Duncan?'. But yet, my heart still throbbed with pain. The pain of knowing he is dead. The man who I planned to married lay dead in a tux on a slum hotel mattress. And.. And he was just married, but to who?

I gathered my emotions for the moment and turned away and walked out. I grabbed a small notepad I kept on my hip. Time for the initial to do list.

'To Do

Find time and day of wedding.

Find check in time.

View surveillance tapes.

Find out wife's name.'

I hook my notepad but in its place and walk to the front desk, looking for the time book. Which was opened wide in the middle of the counter. I flipped the page out and found out the at 8 o'clock the last night they checked in, but only used their last names, so the identify of the wife was still a mystery. But at least I knew the timeline, between 8pm and 6pm which was 10 hours. To find what happened during those last ten hours, I will need to speak to the guest who stayed in rooms 7 and 11 that night and watch the interior and, hopefully exterior, cameras.

Stepping down onto the porch, I sigh seeing that the crowd an spread and the familiar buzz of sound machines and cameras where everywhere. I stepped up to an random police officer, I think he name was Peter?

"Excuse me, I'm the Detective on the scene and I was wondering if you knew who the owners were?"

"Oh yeah, they are right over there talking to the reporter with Channel 6 news" he smiles with a subtle nod and turns back around to go back to whatever it was he was doing before I asked him a question. I saw that as my cue to leave so I thanked him and walked away towards the middle sized couple.

"Stop the camera" I snapped, holding my hand against the camera lens.

"What is it exactly you think you are doing? I am live on air!" The reporter yelled.

I snarled. "What exactly I'm doing is processing a crime scene. And I need this people to do it, so I suggest you and your cameraman get back and get back now" I didn't fancy reporters or media that much, they mainly just get in the way. World's better off without them.

I clenched my jaw watching them huffed and back up to where the other people stood who had nothing better to do with life. I turned to the couple "are you the owners?'

"Yes we are. My name is David Smith and this is my wife, Kathy." the husband informed me.

I nodded, "I'll like to ask you a few questions regarding the case."

"Yes. Yes. Anything." the husband answered quickly. Hmm. Clear who calls the shots in their relationship.

"Does the hotel have surveillance cameras?"

"Yes we do in the hallways and outside and viewing the parking lot."

"Good. I will need a copy of all footage of the parking lot and around room nine from 8 o'clock yesterday to 7:30 this morning. I'll have an officer pick it up for me."

They nod.

"Now the matter of booking. The books said room nine with rented out at eight o'clock but they only used their last name, the victims last name. Do you have any idea what the wife's first name was?"

"Not if they only booked with their last name. Being a walk in hotel, but law we don't have to ask that." the man informed me in a matter of fact way that made me want to punch him. I'm not a people person.

"Okay, so no way of knowing?"

"No, I am afraid not."

"When I checked the log for this morning, I didn't find evidence that she checked out..."

"That's impossible, if she walked passed the front desk, she would of had to sign out" he interrupted me. I growl lowly but nod.

"Thank you. No further questions and I'll get a cop to get those tapes." I faked a smile and returned away before they could ask any questions. I walked up to the same officer I spoked to moments ago, "go with the couple to get those tapes. I want them on my desk in an hour" I patted his back and continued to walk on.

I reenter the room, by this time Duncan was on his way to the morgue so I immediately started searching for clues, especially his wife's name. The first object of value I saw was his wallet, in fact in was the only item in the room. And upon examining its contains, I found a receipt for a walk-in wedding clinic.

"YES!" I screamed. First clues are one of the few things in life that excite me. It means I'm close. Close to solving this puzzles, or in this case puzzles, and close on the tract of a killer. I grin and eagerly unfold the document, scanning for a name, the most important name in the world right now, the name of the bride. "What?" I asked, puzzled by the fact someone cut off the bottom of the receipt. This sounds planning, lucky I wore gloves cause this was evidence. I bagged in and continued searching. I saw credit cards (all stolen), blank checks, fake IDs, all the stuff you except an ex-con to carry. I put everything except the receipt back and walked out.

I jogged to my car,"Chief, I'm going to investigate a possible lead." I say as I passed him. He didn't say anything but I sure he at least nodded. Not that I needed his approval anyways. I jumped in my car with the bagged receipt and started to back up and drive to the location inked at the top '507 Laketon Drive West Street'.