On Earth at Limburger Tower the day The Last Chance Garage blew apart.
Lawrence Limburger turned his chair around to see the garage after the exploded. Fire trucks blared their sirens as the blaze raged. Chuckling Limburger jumped out of his chair knocking over his bowl of slime worms as he ran to the windows. Sure enough the fire lit the skyline up to where it was plausible no one could survive that! Laughing out-and-out with glee he danced his way to one of the wall panels. Hitting the hidden button the wall lifted and moved away revealing the private doorway to his pool room. Stripping out of his purple business suit and mask he greeted the Plutarkian Women gathered around his pool. "Ah, my gorgeous consorts. Ding dong the meddlesome mechanic is dead and gone. Lets celebrate!" Jumping in to the pool he grabbed the Plutarkian woman closest to him. He ran his scaly hands up and down her voluptuous fish body. Submitting to him, the consort opened her mouth willingly as he devoured her lips. Roughly using her body as a play toy he thrusted her up against the wall of the pool as the others swam up to join in on the orgy.
The day after The last chance garage is nothing but cinders.:
Detective Williams is sitting at her desk reading over the newspaper articles about the small time garage blowing up. Something wasn't right was the feeling churning in her gut. What is it about this article or the name of the owner that is drawing me to it? Sitting there slowing drinking her coffee a package is dropped off. It read to any detective in the precinct. Shaking her head she opens it up. Of course I'll get the loony bird junk mail she thought until she felt the fist hit her in the stomach. Addressed to anyone was a hand written letter from the one and only deceased Charlene Davidson. Slowly she read and re read the letter. It stated here was a video taped evidence that Lawrence Limburger was the one person who constant harassed Charlene. That he demanded bill of sale from her on her garage. Then further it stated if anything suspicious happened to her such as a so-called "suicide" that they need to investigate it. Getting up from her chair she walked over to the Media unit and places the video tape in and was disgusted to see a small framed woman being slapped around and then carried out on different occasions. Walking to the VCR she shut it off and walked into her commander's office with the tape in hand.
"Yes what is it?" the gruff voice said as she knocked on the doorway.
"Sir, the death of the owner of the Last Chance Garage. I feel we may need to investigate it further."
"But the coroner reported it was a possible suicide."
"Yes sir, however this just arrived and I think you might want to change your mind after you see this."
"Fine what do I need to see Williams" he grudgingly as he turned to see the Media center in his office. Handing him the encased plastic covered letter giving him time to read it. Looking at her he nodded as she hit the play button. Seeing the abuse was enough to turn the hardened police veteran's stomach. "Enough" he roared as he turned in his seat to avoid the scenes on the screen.
"Ok you can have a few days no more to research this. Build your case then turn in it for a review. But don't do overtime on this. We have had too much hours spent on that bastard to come up empty and him get off free got it?"
"Yes sir... A sir if I can build more on my time and not let my other cases slide in negligence?"
"NO!"
With that a cringing detective backed out of her superiors office. Smiling she walks over grabbing her jacket and goes to see her bud's in the coroners' office.
As she hits the street she can feel the eyes of someone or something following her. Taking a deep breath she sly ducks into the alley way. As the person or thing starts to try to follow her Det. Williams trips the creäture and sends it flying. "whahhaha oh please again. Do it again!" it exclaimed as it picked itself up from the building wall.
"What the hell are you and how can you talk?" The detective looked at the being fascinated in more ways than one. Knowing she should be repulsed yet something about the creäture seemed familiar.
"Bahwhwhaa your funny mousey! I have missed you!" the tentacle of the creäture touched the now squatted down detective on the face. A bewildered look on her face screwed her eyebrows up as she panicked and knocked it backwards. "haha again. again!"
"Ok I have to swear off those damn doughnuts!" Freaking out she kicked the being away from her and ran like a mad woman down the street. Hailing a cab the rest of the way to the coroner she tried to catch her breath. What the hell did I see and why the hell did it call me a mouse! Was all she could think about as the cab made its way down the streets. Finally coming to the conclusion she was losing her mind, she decided after she investigate this letter she was going on vacation!
Walking into the coroner's office she cried out to see if there was anyone there to give her the report. Sure enough the old coroner walked in dragging his feet. Grudgingly he looked at her and grumbled that she was interrupting an autopsy." Sorry, Dr. I was wanting to know if you were done with the body of Charlene Davidson?"
"Performing that now. Put this on and come on back." Grudgingly he handed her a mask and vicks menthol rub for her nose; while the walked back to the back. Donning his attire and gloves he started up from where he left off. "...There appears to be no carbon dioxide in the remains of the lungs of the female body. There is an exit wound on the side of the head...Conclusion is she died by a inflicted gunshot wound to the before the fire started."
"So what would your last prognosis be doc?"
"The person in question according to dental records known as Charlene Davidson was murdered and set up to appear as a suicide." the old man said as he walked over to the wash bay.
"Thanks doc." Walking away from the doc she was halfway to the door when she heard him speak up. "Young detective, if I was you I would tread lightly on this one. I knew the woman on that table there. Lawrence Limburger hounded her day and night for that spot she held her garage. In my opinion, if anyone killed her it would be him. He has made many promising people disappear for meddling in his business."
"Thanks for the advice, but a crime has been committed and I intend to see the right person is punished." With that she walked out and back onto the street.
