-Sorry about the wait for this chapter, it's been like forever since I updated. Like I said, I'm really sorry. But I've had school work. But luckily, I've now worked out almost all the details of this story.-

Shafts of sunlight brightened the living room of the beautiful upstate New York mansion. Claire woke up to find her staff of back up detectives sitting at a table, eating breakfast tiredly. One of them, John, saw her waking up and walked over to her, holding several bags.

"These are the bags of evidence that we found. There really wasn't too much in most of the rooms, a couple sheets of paper that seemed important, and they're all in here. But one of the things that we did find was an enormous stash of heroin in the room of Alicia Smith. We didn't get to check Zack Mooneyham or Dewey Finn's rooms, we were just too tired. Sorry." John smiled weakly as he handed Claire the bags, then returned to his seat.

Claire took the bags and quickly found the heroin. The bag had not only the heroin in it, but needles too. Claire couldn't imagine the cute little smart ass back up singer doing drugs, but she was quickly learning that with the School of Rock, nothing was as it had first seemed.

She took the elevator up to the second story after she freshened up, and opened the door to Zack's room. Claire was happy to see that Zack had been extremely organized, with a whole filing cabinet titled, 'Lyrics and Songs'. She opened the unlocked filing cabinet and found that it was surprisingly spare. She read the lyrics and found that most were about rocking out. Apparently that was pretty important to Zack.

Lining the walls were posters and pictures of Zack with the band and with rock gods like Gene Simmons. There were five guitars sitting in their stands. Claire inspected them carefully. A 1968 Gibson SG, just like the one that Pete Townshend played at Woodstock. A Gibson Flying V, probably the same guitar that he had used at his first performance. A Fender, a Stratocaster, another Fender. All the guitars were in top condition.

Claire walked around the neat room. It was pretty basic, a bed, a chair and desk. The desk was empty. It seemed strange to Claire that everything in the room was empty. It didn't look like anyone even lived there. Or had lived there. There was also a dresser drawer that had very few clothes in it. At one side of the room were two doors.

Claire opened the first door and found a mini recording studio. There was a bass and a drum set inside, along with a couple tapes which Claire put into an evidence bag. She opened the other door and walked into a large closet that was totally empty. There were three large duffel bags that looked full sitting on the floor. Claire opened them to find clothes, CDs, a stereo, a record player, and albums, among other things. On top of the third duffel bag was a US Airways ticket.

She pulled the ticket out and looked at it. It was a one way ticket to Los Angeles. There was a letter folded up with the ticket. It read: Zack, you'll make a bloody great guest on me show when your solo album comes out. Indie 103 will be happy to have you on the show. It's wicked that you're moving to L. A. Just call me whenever you're about to drop in, you know me number! -Steve Jones.

Claire knew that the name Steve Jones sounded familiar. She racked her brain, trying to remember how she knew the name. Oh yeah! It was the guitarist from the Sex Pistols. He had gotten his own radio show on Indie 103.1, the radio station in Los Angeles. So what was the whole letter about? Claire decided to bag the ticket and search for answers later. She needed to finish up her search, then she could piece together the clues.

She crossed the hall and found Dewey's room. It had tons of Led Zeppelin stuff all over it. Led Zeppelin sheets and bed covers, Led Zeppelin posters, Led Zeppelin CDs and records, Led Zeppelin shirts, everything Led Zeppelin. "Think he liked Led Zeppelin?" Claire muttered to herself. The room had no bed, just a mattress thrown onto the floor with blankets piled on top of it.

Apparently Dewey hadn't believed in folding clothes or putting them away, because there were no dresser drawers and clothes were scattered everywhere. There weren't any sheets of lyrics anywhere, and from what Claire had heard, Dewey just made up lyrics from the top of his head. Beer bottles littered the floor beside the mattress, and more were scattered all over the room.

The only thing that was neat and in order was Dewey's music collection. There were two large shelves, one for records, one for CDs. Each was perfectly organized and in alphabetical order. A record player was sitting next to the shelf holding albums, and a stereo was next to the CDs. On a much smaller shelf were 45's and a portable 45 player.

There was a bathroom that had a toothbrush, but no toothpaste to go along with it. There was a toilet and a shower, but besides that, the bathroom was empty. Dewey's room had proved to be totally and completely useless. Claire sighed and took the elevator back down to the living room so she could completely look over all the evidence. Which meant she was going to need to finish reading Katie's journal.

She opened it up but just as she was about to start reading, the doorbell rang. She jumped up to get it, wondering who it could be. Standing at the door was a reporter and news crew. "I'm not talking!" Claire yelled and slammed the door in their faces. She was stressed out and didn't want to talk to any reporters right now.

Once again she opened the journal.

Freddy promised not to tell, but I swear today he almost told. It's like he can never keep his damn mouth shut! So anyways I've been working on some songs, and I think some of them are pretty good. Maybe they're even good enough to make the new album. I'm going to show them to Dewey tomorrow.

On the day after tomorrow we're going to California to do a few promotional gigs for some radio stations. We'll be there for two weeks, and I'm really excited because I've never been to California. Well, I've been to California, but I've never actually left my hotel room except for gigs, so this time I'll get to explore. We're going to some major cities like Los Angeles and San Francisco. It's going to be kick ass!

Zack and Dewey are avoiding each other. Hopefully the trip will bring them back together, and everything will be normal again.

-Katie

Claire flipped the page. The next entry was one month after the previous one.

I haven't written in so long because I forgot my journal when we went to California, and then I forgot where I put it and then I found it today. So here's what has happened.

California was great! We got to do a ton of fun stuff, and all the gigs were great! But the best was one that we did for a Los Angeles station, Indie 103.1. Steve Jones, the guitarist from the Sex Pistols, was there because he has a talk show on the station. It was awesome to talk to him, and he and Zack really hit it off. Unfortunately, the trip didn't bring Zack and Dewey closer.

They avoided each other just like they'd been doing at home. So they're not collaborating anymore. Which reminds me! Dewey liked a couple of my songs, and they're probably going on the album! I did a quick recording in Zack's little recording studio, just for practice. Zack played guitar and drums, because he learned all the instruments so that he could write songs all by himself.

Anyways, I sang and I sounded pretty good! We really need a girl singing in the band, because not everything is about the guys. Oh crap, it's time for dinner!

-Katie

Claire read on and on, learning about Katie's recordings, but there was nothing that could be classified as evidence. That is, until she reached the entries starting a week before the deaths. Things started to climax there.

-Review, please please please!!! Hope you liked this chapter, it was pretty long by my standards!-