Yo, this is cray-cray. We gotta clear this up, like ASAP. My rep's on the line, ya feel me?
Thankie boo! Now, let's dive into detective mode, shall we? First things first, we gotta question the witnesses.
or maybe just call them over to our table and ask them what they saw?
Damn straight, D! Let's get those peeps over here and lowkey interrogate them like pros.
waves her hands like a crazy person Hey, hey, hey! You buncha hot shots! Get your asses over here, ASAP! We gotta get to the bottom of this shindig!
Alrighty then, party people! Time to put on my detective hat puts on a tiny detective hat and get the deets from y'all. So spill the beans, homies! What did you see on the night of the murder mayhem? First up, Mr. Party Pooper over there. points at Douglas What's good, D? Any juicy deets you wanna spill?
I was talking to the victim the whole night
Oh snap, D! You were cozy with the victim, huh? Did they let slip any skeletons in their closet? Any tea you wanna spill?
Alrighty then, spill the beans, Mr. Mysterious! Did you stumble upon any clues that could lead us to the real killer?
O-M-G! Spill it, D! What'd ya find? Was it a smoky dagger? A cryptic message? Or maybe a suspicious shadow lurking in the corner? Gimme the deets, stat!
As Lacreshia and Douglas investigate further, they discover that the business card belongs to a rival musician who had a bitter rivalry with the victim.
gives the business card to Lacreshia
examines the business card Well, well, well... Looks like we've got ourselves a prime suspect, D!
Yo, D! It's not rocket science. This business card points straight at Mr. Music Maestro as our top suspect.
damn why would he kill her?
Oh, you didn't catch the memo, D? This dude's been trying to make it big, but our victim was all like "Sorry, not sorry," and stole the spotlight.