"So Nicky do you like Abba?" Catherine inquired as they got out of the Denali.
"Not really." Nick replied. "Although my three of my sisters did have Dancing Queen played at their wedding reception."
"I used to know a girl who knew every single word to every single Abba song."
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
"Wow."
"So are you going to make it four?" Catherine inquired as they walked up to the front of the theatre and showed their ID which allowed them in.
"Four what?"
"Four Stokes' to have Dancing Queen played at their wedding receptions."
"I doubt it."
"Thought about what kind of wedding you want?" Catherine inquired. "Big, small, run off to one of the many lovely wedding chapels this town has to offer."
"Sara says she refuses to get married by aliens or Elvis and I think my parents would kill me if they weren't invited." Nick replied.
"Give them a couple of grandchildren and they'll forgive you." Catherine said as they walked towards the stage. "What've we got?" She called out to Brass.
"Justin Priestley 24, member of the back singers dancers. Collapsed in the middle of the performance dead. At first they thought he was just over acting in the middle of a big number, but when he didn't get up they stopped the show."
"Any witnesses?" Nick asked.
"A stage full of cast members and an audience who weren't really paying attention."
"Any pictures or footage?" Catherine inquired.
"The theatre operates a no video camera or flash photography policy." Brass replied. "The cast are still in their dressing rooms we talked to them but nothing so far."
"Thanks." Catherine smiled. "So Dave what do you have for us?"
"No visible signs of cause of death like bullet holes or stab wounds. He has a minor contusion on his forehead when he hit the ground, he fell face first. We'll know more when we get him back to the lab."
"And can you confirm approximate time of death for us?" Nick asked.
"I've already carried out the test. If he died at the approximate time the witnesses says he did which was about ninety minutes ago he had a 102 fever at that time."
"The guy had a 102 fever and they made him go on stage?" Nick questioned.
"That's show business for you." Brass said.
"Or he could have naturally had a high body temperature." Catherine offered as an alternative. "It's only a generalisation."
"102 is still a little high." Dave said. "We'll run some tests."
"Could the fever, the lights, the costume meant that he simply passed out and bumped his head?" Nick asked. "Leaving us with our vic."
"It's possible; we'll know more when we do the autopsy. By the way they'd already rolled him over and the paramedics had tried to bring him back."
"Thanks David." Catherine gave him a smile. "Nick why don't you take out here and I'll go check out his locker."
"Got it."
TBC
A/N: I know it's short but I graduate today and I thought I'd at least post a little something.
