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Luna unleashed a wide yawn before wiping sleep from her weary eyes. She groggily began to examine the apartment, only to find that she was all alone. "Great, Erin's still not back. I guess she spent the night with that jerk Lance. If he did the nasty with her, I'm gonna bite off his…!" Her stomach unleashed a hungered growl. Great, now she can't feed me."

She opened the door to her cage and crawled out of it, letting the satanic-looking door to slam shut. "Maybe I can find that Sabu guy again." The goth hamster shook her head. "What am I talking about? I don't need his help or those weird ham hams! I'll just go into town find something to eat." She took one last look at the room before exiting. "If one of those freaks tries to find me, I'll push them in front of a speeding car, then I can have hamster pancake for breakfast."

The ham hams returned to the clubhouse the next day, all sitting somewhere around the large round table. Something was bugging them about the outcome of yesterday's game of ham and seek.

"Why would Luna leave like that?" asked Hamtaro. "She didn't even find us yet! Do you think she gave up?"

Pashmina nodded in agreement. "She could have at least told us she was leaving."

"Maybe her owner was coming home early and she didn't remember it until then," suggested Panda.

"I hope nozing happened to her," said Bijou as she fiddled with one of the tea cups.

Before anything else could happen, the door swung open, allowing Suzy to enter the clubhouse. She immediately made a beeline for Maxwell, nearly knocking him off his stool as she hugged him. "Hi Maxy-poo!" Sandy blood boiled with anger, her paw straying dangerously close to her ribbon.

Maxwell sweat dropped and chuckled nervously. "Um, please call me Maxwell. How are you?"

Suzy unwrapped herself from the tall hamster and took off the back pack she was wearing. "I'm okay. Sorry I didn't come yesterday, my owner was at home, but she's gonna be busy for a few days since she got a new case."

"A case?" asked Cappy. "Like a briefcase?"

"No, my owner's a crime scene investigator," replied Suzy. "There was a murder in town last night. Apparently some goth girl was strangled to death in an alley."

"Murder?" repeated Oxnard, nearly dropping his seed in the process. "They don't kill hamsters, do they?"

Suzy shook her head as she dug through her back pack. "I'm pretty sure the suspect's not interested in harming us hamsters." She pulled out a wad of newspaper and handed it to Maxwell. "I chewed the story out of the newspaper for you to read. I know how much you like reading, especially mysteries."

"I've got a mystery for ya," Sandy muttered under her breath. "How long will I need to beat you to a pulp?" Before she could do anything, Stan put a restraining paw on her.

Maxwell accepted the newspaper and unrolled it. "Oh, thank you. I think I'll take a little look."

Early this morning, a group of garbage men found the body of Erin Turner, age nineteen, in an alleyway. Police arrived minutes later. According to one of the investigators, the preliminary cause of death was strangulation, but an autopsy will be performed to determine the official cause of death. The only things found in Erin's pockets was twelve dollars, ID, and what seems to be a to do list. First names of people Erin knew were included on the to do list and will be used to help find any potential suspects or witnesses. Police had no further comments at the moment except that they're determined to catch the one who murdered Erin Turner.

The bookworm hamster's eyes strolled to the picture next to the article, a photo of one of the pictures of evidence found at the scene. One of the dollar bills could be seen, as well as the wrinkled piece of paper that served as the to do list. Out of pure curiosity, Maxwell squinted his eyes, hoping to decipher the list's text. "One o'clock: call Taylor, two o'clock: go to the store, five o'clock: Feed…" His mouth went bone dry as he saw the name on the list. "Um guys…we have a problem."

Luna was forced yet again to take a break from walking while she sat panting on the street corner. "Dang, why did I inhale that smoke whenever Lance and Erin did drugs? I don't think seeing all those freaky colors was worth it." She looked up and down the street, scowling with displeasure. "Isn't there anything for me to eat around here?"

"Hey Luna!" The goth hamster, glanced to her left, a frown immediately creeping upon her face. "You gotta be kidding me." She could see Oxnard, Dexter, and Howdy running down the sidewalk waving to her.

"Wait up Luna!" shouted Howdy.

"We just want to speak to you for a moment!" added Dexter. Luna wasn't about to stick around for another moment. She raced around the street corner, away from the three guy hamsters.

Howdy growled in frustration. "This ain't time t' play tag!"

"Perhaps she misunderstood us," suggested Dexter. "Either way, we just have to keep her busy, so if she want to play tag, then so be it!"

I hope you liked the chapter! I had fun writing this chapter since I got to include something of a crime scene investigation (I'm a CSI fan). Please R&R!