She saw the scene, the conductors were keeping the curious looky-loos at bay while she looked over the scene. There was a bit of blood around the body, it was the man in the brown suit.
"Who was he?" Bubbles asked. She kneeled down and looked over the body, there were multiple stab wounds and from the looks of it, this man was caught off guard.
"He's name was Frank Kilmilson," the conductor said. He mulled over to Bubble's side. "A conductor was telling everyone about the land slid when he found the door open slightly, he found him here like this."
"I see," Bubbles stood up and straighten out her blouse. "How long is there until the train reaches it's destination?"
"If you mind me asking," the conductor said. "Why would you want to know?"
"Because the killer might still be on the train," Bubbles said. "And the killer isn't caught soon, he might walk."
"The land slid will take about seven hours to clear up," the conductor said. "After that it's four days until we get to the first stop."
Four days and seven hours to stop a killer, Bubbles thought. Great, just great.
"What do you think is going on?" The young brunette asked her husband.
"I don't believe it," the man said. "It's Frank Kilmilson."
"He's on this train?" The woman in the business suit said. "I can' believe he would even show his face after that business fiasco."
"People, people," A conductor said with hands raised to get their attentions. "Please, stay calm. The authorities are on the situation, please continue on enjoying your vacation, but if you information please tell it to the young superhero or the chief conductor."
The word of a superhero on board really riled up the group, the buzz spread around the hallway while everyone heading to a different part of the train.
Bubbles stepped out of the room, looked around. She wonder where was Mr. Kilmilson's bodyguard? If she finds him she should question him, if he wasn't the killer than he must be one lousy bodyguard.
The chief conductor, a barrel-chested old man that appears to be very experience with things like this, appeared from the luggage car in back. "I have checked everywhere, there doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. All is in place and there doesn't appear to be anything that was tampered with."
"Would you mind if I have a look?"
"No," the chief said. "I wouldn't be surprise if you catch something that I missed, a lot of detective I've met always do."
"Murders on trains happen that much?" Bubbles asked.
"No, but I've been working on trains for over 30 years, you see a lot of strange things."
Bubbles looked down at the entry way to Mr. Kilmilson, "I bet, and so do I."
"What do you see?"
"Blood." Bubbles said as she used her super sight to see a small speck of blood among the maroon carpeting. She followed the small train to the conductor's quarter's, leading all the way to the last room marked 49. She looked up to see the chief with a puzzled face. "Who stay's in this room?"
"No one," the chief said. "It's a holding room really, train company policies is to have a empty room for stollaways, criminals, very sick people that need to be quarantine and other people of the sorts." He fished out a set of keys and opened up the room.
Bubbles stepped inside, she saw the blood train was visible up to the window, which was too small for even a child to fit through. The latch looked badly rusted but she knew what it really was, the killer threw out the weapon out the window.
"Well," Bubbles said. "I guess I know where the weapon went."
"Really," the chief asked. "Where?"
"Same thing where money goes, out the window."
It has been four hours since the investigation started. Bubbles hasn't checked over the crime scene in full yet, at least not until she had photograph the scene yet. She was waiting to do that, first she needed to know the suspects.
"This is insane." Greg Hildebrandt said while lazily laying an arm over the back of his chair. "I only know this Frank guy through my wife, you know that we payed a lot of money to go on this stupid trip?"
"How did she know him?" Bubbles asked. She was taking down notes into a small note pad, the man shrugged.
"She dated him, he was into younger girls and ditching them after they hit a certain age."
"I see... Did you know him personally?"
"No," the man said with a bit of an edge in his tone. "And frankly, I think it's better off he's dead."
Bubbles thought it was odd how he worded that, making him more on the suspect list.
"How did you know him?"
"He was a business partner that cheated me out of a deal," Alice fisher said. The stoic woman took a small drag off her cigarette, "I wouldn't kill him, too humane."
"I see, why are you on the train?" Bubbles said while writing it up.
"Well, I have business in the south and I heard train is the only way to travel if you're afraid to fly." She put out her smoke. "If this is the only way to travel, I gladly take planes crashing any day."
"Okay, What's your relationship to him?"
"Nothing." Jacob LeDeo said. "I was only on vacation, I swear." The man's hands were shifting around nervously, constantly tapping them and fidgeting around with the silverware.
"You were up to something," Bubbles said with a cold stare. "And I'll find out what it was."
"Alright," Jacob said. "I was planning something, but it wasn't murder, the geezer had a jewel on him."
"A jewel?"
"Yeah, the most expansive and cursed jewel there is. The sameal's eye."
"And you were going to steal it?"
"Pretty much. But that's all, I swear."
"So, how about you? What's your beef with him." Bubbles asked the last suspect, Eliza Hildebrandt.
"I have nothing, I didn't even know he was on this train." She said coolly like her husband. "I really don't care, this is just dampening my honeymoon, kid. And trust me, when my mood is damp I get mean."
The land slide was almost cleaned up by the time she finished the interviews with the passengers of Fast Asia. She saw all had some history with Frank, well with exceptions of Jacob the jewel thief and Pojo Berine the retired mobster going to live in Florida.
Four days to find a killer in a train full of people that wanted to see him dead or at least suffering.
Bubbles reviewed all of the notes she had written during her investigations, she even checked the conductors. None of them really knew Frank Kilmilson or had any past with him, she didn't bite on anyone's tale, but she'll play along with it for now.
It's time to check over the room.
Bubbles had to fish out her best camera, the one she was planning in using it on the beaches. Photographing the body, which was now covered by a white blanket, a broken watch that must have fallen out during a struggle, and a half open suit case.
Bubbles looked at the watch, it said it stopped at 3: 24. Whatever AM or PM is unknown.
Bubbles looked at the body, than at the watch. She picked it up carefully, there was something off about this. Like it didn't belong.
Wait! Bubbles thought as she looked at the body, the pooled blood than at the place where the watch was. It doesn't belong here. She place the watch where it laid, now it makes sense. If it was lost during a struggle it would be closer to the door, Bubbles could picture it in her mind now as she looked over towards the door.
The killer would knock on the door, Mr. Kilmilson would answer and than be repeatedly stabbed.
But of course than there would be massive amounts of the red stuff near the door, she thought. It's thickest where he's laying, she thought as she stood over his bed. He was attacked while sleeping.
Bubbles knew, if he was attacked while sleeping than that would mean two things.
"A conductor?" The chief conductor said while he served the blond her breakfast.
"It would make some sense, unless it was the bodyguard."
"Bodyguard?" The conductor said with a hint of curiosity, "I hate to tell you this but Mr. Kilmilson had no bodyguard."
Bubbles stopped for a moment, her hand reached into her pocket and pulled out her note pad while her mind swallowed this new information. "No bodyguard, than why did he said his bodyguard was checking his room?"
"Why does some animals make themselves look bigger than they are?"
"You're saying he bluffed about that?"
"Okay, now this mystery had gotten much more confusing." Bubbles said.
No bodyguard, four passengers that have something that involves with Mr. Kilmilson, a missing jewel and a murderer.
Somewhere, is a answer.