Detectives Scotty Valens and Lily Rush got back from the bar and swiftly informed their coworkers that the case was real, and that they would be working on it.

"So, do you think the guy was really an alien, or do you think it's some sort of weird birth defect?" Detective Vera asked as he dug the witness statements out of the box. "I read somewhere that there are some disorders that can turn your blood green."

"Honestly, it doesn't matter." Scotty said. "He was murdered, and it's our job to find out who did it."

A sudden whistle broke the brief silence that followed Scotty's statement.

"Wow, you won't believe all of the famous names in this report." Vera said holding up the witness statements. "There's a famous Science Fiction author, the guy who founded Chronowerx, and the father of the guy who's leading the mission to Titan."

"That's an odd combination." Detective Jefferies said taking the report from Vera and looking at it for himself. "It seems that the Science Fiction author, Roberta Lincoln, was the one who found the body. Do you think this was some kind of conspiracy?"

"I don't know. Why don't we re-interview the witnesses and find out." Rush said as she too read the witness list.

"We won't be able to interview Starling, he's been dead for eleven years." Scotty said as he began a search of the current whereabouts of the witnesses.

"We should start with Christopher since he's the only one left in town." Scotty said after briefly studying the preliminary results of his search.

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Detectives Rush and Valens sat in the well appointed living-room of the Christopher home. Seated across from them on the other side of the coffee table with its floral arrangement centerpiece is Clarice Cristopher. Her husband, the former Air Force Captain John Christopher was due back from running errands at any minute.

As Mrs. Christopher was offering her guests tea, a gray haired man in his mid-seventies walks into the room. There is a brief flash, and for a second the man is replaced by an unkempt man in his late thirties to early fourties wearing worn clothes that were a bit too large for him . The man settles down on the loveseat next to his wife.

"Clarice told me you were here about a homicide?" Mr. Cristopher says as soon as he is seated.

"In 1974 a man who has recently been identified as Mestral Vagus was murdered at a hotel. You were on the list of witnesses interviewed at the time. I was wondering if there was something you may have remembered since then. Something that might've slipped your mind at the time." Detective Valens said as he pulled out a notebook.

"I try not to remember that time if I could help it." Mr. Cristopher said "I had suffered a nervous breakdown shortly after the birth of my son. I ended up on the streets in April of that year after leaving the psychiatric Hospital that I had voluntarily commited myself to. I had been too afraid to go home, too afraid of what I would do to my wife and son. I had been having some pretty strange delusions at the time, but I eventually got treatment, and was able to return home."

It was at this point that Mr. Cristopher squeezed his wife's hand seeking reassurance and the strength to continue.

"Mike, the night manager of the motel used to let me stay in his office at night. I was there when the man you were talking about arrived...."

The scene suddenly shifts. It is now the office of the motel where Mestral spent his last night on Earth. Two men are splitting the cost for their room. John Cristopher is sitting in a corner watching them and the man that came in behind them. The men get their key and leave. Mestral walks up to the counter and gets the key to his room. On his way out of the office, he gives Mr. Cristopher five dollars and tells him to get something to eat. Outside, one of the local junkies who occasionally frequented the hotel starts to hassle him. Mestral grabs him by the shoulder, and suddenly the man slumps to the ground.

The scene shifts back to the living-room where the Cristophers, and Detectives Rush and Valens were seated.

"A few hours later, that blonde comes out of his room screaming bloody murder." Mr. Cristopher concluded.

"Do you have any idea who the guy who hassled Mestral was?" Scotty asked.

"Don't really know, he was called T.J. or something like that." Mr. Cristopher replied.

"Thanks for your time. If you remember anything else, please don't hesitate to contact us." Lily said as she and Scotty got up to leave.