Cast:
Country-Human Name
North Italy- Feliciano Vargas (as Grace Van Pelt)
Germany-Ludwig Beilshmidt (as Wayne Rigsby)
Japan-Kiku Honda (as Kimball Cho)
America-Alfred F. Jones (as Patrick Jane)
England/Britain/UK-Arthur Kirkland (as Teresa Lisbon)
France-Francis Bonnefoy
Seychelles- Victoria de Quincy-Bonnefoy
Monaco- Edeline Bonnefoy
Hungary-Elizabeta Hedervary
Liechtenstein-Lili Zwingli
Poland-Feliks Lukasiewicz
Switzerland-Vash Zwingli
Estonia-Eduard von Bock
Latvia-Ravis Galante
Lithuania-Toris Laurinatis
Ukraine-Katyusha Braginskaya
Denmark-Mathias Kohler
Finland-Tino Vainamoinen
Austria-Roderich Eldenstein
Belgium-Bella
Chapter One: Red Tape
Two weeks later in Palm Springs, California, two men named Vash Zwingli and Eduard von Bock got out of a car in front of a big house and began to get golf clubs from the back of the car. Vash was the"cool" type, a long haired blond. Eduard, also a blond, had short hair and glasses and an over all nerdier in appearance.
"Then the son of a bitch eagles seventeen. Are you kidding me? On that course! A damn eagle."
Eduard put a hand on his cousin's shoulder, "That course never suited you, Vash. You'll do better in Orlando. We have a nice spot on the draw."
"Well, I tell you what, Ravis Galante can kiss my butt."
They entered the house together. Their cheerful banter forgotten when they found a dead man with long blond hair lying on the floor of the sitting room, his head crushed with a golf club. In the bed room is a dead girl on the bed, a smiley face drawn in blood was on the far wall.
"Lili? Lili?" Vash cried out, running to where the girl lay dead.
At Palm Springs International Airport Agents Kirkland, Honda, Beilshmidt, and Vargas walked along the concourse. Kiku Honda is an athletic looking Japanese man. In contrast is Ludwig Beilshmidt, a tall blond German man who towered over the other three. Feliciano Vargas, a lithe Italian redhead.
Vargas stopped at the baggage carousels.
"Sorry…" he said quickly.
Kirkland looked furious, "You checked luggage? What, are you on a bloody holiday?"
Vargas looked terrified, "No, sir. Won't do it again."
Kirkland sighed, rubbing his forehead. "When your trousseau arrives, pick up the second rental and go direct to the Sheriff's department. Hustle us up a couple of rooms, furniture, and phone lines."
Vargas nodded eagerly, "Yes, Sir."
Kirkland looked at Honda and Beilshmidt, "Come on. Let's go."
Riverside County Morgue. Kirkland, Honda, and Beilshmidt were walking up a path when a taxi pulled up. Jones stepping out and greeting them."Morning everybody. How was your flight?"
Arthur sighed, "Go away, Alfred, you're on suspension."
Alfred ignored Arthrur as he paid the cab driver, "Thank you." He told the man.
Alfred runs to catch up with Arthur. "Mandated leave. Ends next week."
Kirkland glared, "So come back next week."
Alfred went back to ignoring him, "Hot enough for you?"
"Which one of you Git's told him?" Arthur glared, "It was you, wan't it, Honda?"
"Yes, it was."
Alfred gave Arthru a glair, "Of course he called me. It's the Russian. You can't keep me out of this. Why would you want to?"
Kirkland looked furious, "You bloody well got a man killed! There are bloody consequences!"
"A man that murdered his daughter because she wouldn't have sex with him anymore." Alfred reminded him.
"You didn't know that!" Arthur yelled, before collecting himself, "You did not know that. If she hadn't left a bloody diary…"
"But she did, though." Alfred pointed out, "Be reasonable. This is my case."
"Your case?" Kirkland asked against his better judgement.
"The Russian is mine." Alfred said coldly.
Kirkland gave Jones a pointed look, "The Russian doesn't belong to anyone."
Jones and Kirkland stopped in front of the doors. Honda and Beilshmidt hurried inside, wisely staying out of the others' argument.
"It's not my call. Rules are rules. Come back next week." Arthur turns to the security guard at the door, "Don't let this wanker past." just then Kirkland's phone rang, "Boss…