The Griffin family, still in shock of what had happened, didn't notice Stewie sneaking down to the basement at all. He probably could have slapped Lois in the face and she wouldn't notice at all, but that was not the issue at hand here. Stewie walked down the stairs, trying not to fall, trying not to gag from the horrible smell Brian's body had left. He walked down to the now motionless dog and sighed. Time to start investigating. He pulled out a briefcase and opened it examining Brian closely. He turned his head over (wearing gloves, of course) and noticed the bump on the back of his head.

A large bruise on the back of his head….his fur isn't messed up, so he must have hit his head on something…. He grabbed a magnifying glass and stared it closely. He noticed something black..the same color as the wall. Stewie looked at the wall and saw a tiny bit of blood on the wall away from where his blood and brains had been splattered against it. He hit his head on the wall, so that means the killer must have been standing close to him, or else he wouldn't have had that reflex of being thrown against the wall. But then Stewie thought. Wait a minute, it was a headshot, so he would have been flung backwards regardless…oh well, he still hit his head on the wall, no matter where the killer was standing. He moved the magnifying glass to the bullet wound that left gunpowder around his forehead.

Gunpowder…then the killer must have been standing near him. He slightly opened the wound checking for the bullet. He saw something black and round, and tried to pull it out with his tweezers. He struggled until he pulled it out, flying backwards, sending Brian's body forward. He gasped and put it back up against the wall, hoping he had not damaged his body. He looked at the bullet. A revolver round…seems a bit out of the norm. Stewie looked around for a gun, but found nothing. Smart killer, not leaving any evidence for old Stewie to find…but why a revolver? Something more modern like a nine millimeter would be expected, but not a revolver. He opened his briefcase and pulled out a small digital device. He held the bullet up to the scanner under it. Smith and Weston…model 686…quite popular if I'm correct…and I should be. He checked the markings around the round, checking its ballistics markings.

Every gun has a special marking, so checking finding out the killer should be easy! "Ha! Only one bullet that has the same marking! This has to be it!" Don't be so sure… came a voice from inside his head. "Brian? You're in my thoughts now?" He looked up at his head strangely. Ya, some people thought the ghost thing made the story less dramatic, so yeah. I'm in your head now. Oh, check this out. ECHO-echo-echo-echoooooo. Isn't that cool? "Gah, stop it that makes my head feel weird. And what did you mean, don't be so sure?" said Stewie. Check the newspaper, why don't you? Stewie headed upstairs and grabbed the newspaper from the counter. SMITH AND WESTON 686 FESTIVAL the headline read. "since people feel left out when their gun has different markings, each Smith and Weston sold will have exactly the same markings!" Stewie read. "What the hell, man?" he replied angrily. "What are the odds?" Well, Stewie thought. Obviously this killer knew exactly when and with what gun to do this. Oh well, I'll worry about that later. First I've got to go to the gun shop!

The gun shop was a nice little place, pretty normal. Stuffed hunting trophies all around, paintings of guns, pictures, magazine clippings, everything. Stewie walked into the store, but knew he could not be spotted. He ducked under a chair and pulled a lever that made him slide down, down, down into a special section just for him. He walked into it. A large man in his thirties was at the desk, coffee in hand, reading. "Morning Montegram," he said, looking up at the man. "how's it going?" The man looked down at him. Morning Stewie, what can I do for you?" Stewie sighed. Montegram never responded to how he was doing, he just got Stewie what he wanted. "I need you to check a list of names that purchased a Smith and Weston Model Six-Two-Six in the past 5 days. It's very important." "Montegram looked away from his book to stare at Stewie. "Jesus, Stewie, do you know how many people bought one? Almost 10!" Stewie looked at him ridiculously. Was the store really having that bad business that 10 was a lot to them? "Umm, Montegram, I think I can handle it," Stewie said looking at him, trying to sound reassuring. "Ok man, here you go," said Montegram, handing the papers to Stewie. On it were a list of names, some familiar some not. "Wait a minute," Stewie said, looking at Montegram. "Why so little purchases? Wasn't it the Smith and Weston 686 festival?" Montegram looked at him. "Yes, but most people bring their own. They're very popular, if I'm correct." Stewie nodded. "Thanks Montegram." Montegram smiled at him, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses he always wore. "No problem. And Stewie?" he said, causing Stewie to turn around and look at him. "I hope you get done what you're trying to with that."

Stewie looked over the list of names again. Where to start, where to start…"Glenn Quagmire?" Stewie wondered aloud. "Why the hell would Glenn need a gun? He always had hated Brian…." Stewie gasped aloud. No….Glenn hated Brian, but would he ever kill him? No, that would never…

But then Stewie remembered the time when Quagmire had brutally assaulted Brian, beating him to a pulp and severely injuring him. Brian had spent the rest of the day sobbing and retching, throwing up for what seemed like eons before he fell asleep, injured at Stewie's side. Quagmire had not apologized yet, and Brian hasn't forgiven him yet, so could that mean..? Only one way to find out.. came Brian's voice from Stewies head as Stewie pushed open the door into the open air.

Glenn Quagmire at on his sofa, thinking about how quiet it had been on Spooner Street today There was none of Peter's excessive babbling or Brian's barking either. Stupid dog.. Glenn thought. There was a knock on the door. Quagmire sighed and got up. He walked over to the door and opened it. "Hello?" he called, before there was a sudden intense burning pain in his leg. "AAAHHH!" He grabbed his leg and saw it had been shot. "He looked up and saw Stewie. "Stewie, what the hell is wrong with you? You shot me in the leg!" Stewie looked at him with fury in his eyes. "I know, didn't I? Now, I know you did it! Don't even try to deny it!" Quagmire looked at him oddly. "What the hell are you talking about?" Stewie smacked him in the face with his gun, sending blood flying out of the side of his mouth. "You killed him! You!" Quagmre looked at him. "Look Stewie, I have no idea what you're talking about, but seriously, all of this crazy sh-" Stewie smacked him again, blood coming from the other side of his mouth, making it begin to dribble down his chin. "Brian, you imbecile! Brian! You killed him!" Quagmire raised his eyebrows in surprise. Brian was dead? Stewie must have noticed his eyes because he stared at him angrily, never leaving him from his sight as he spoke. "Ah, you're eyes have risen, is it because you realize the severeity of what you have done?"

Quagmire tried to take all of this in. So Brian was dead, and Stewie thought him to be the killer. "Stewie even though that no good, rotten piece of-" He was shot in the other leg, causing Quagmire to scream in pain and grab his other leg, both now spilling blood which began to pool around him. "You will never, EVER use those words to describe Brian again! And if you do not comply, I have something saved for you in the bag." Stewie opened his bag to reveal 10 Sticks of TNT with a strap around it. "Stewie, this is crazy, I would never kill Brian, I hated him with every fiber of my being, but not enough to kill him. Stewie stared at him. He checked his eyes. He wasn't lying. Stewie sighed. He put away the dynamite and walked toward the door. "Stewie, aren't you gonna help me up?" Stewie stared at him. He pulled out the pistol and shot him in the rear end, making him scamper up in pain and onto the couch, smearing the white with blood. "There. I helped." Stewie slammed the door and kept walking. Nice interrogation technique. Came Brian's voice from inside his head. He would save him. No execptions.